Tamara
The wooden door closed with a soft, dull thud, leaving me inside the chilled room. I stood alone in the dim light, my mind spinning as I tried to make sense of the tangled mess of feelings inside me.
My skin still tingled where North's large hands had held my waist just moments ago, and the lingering warmth of his lips against mine felt almost like a dream. We had crossed a massive line, one we could never uncross, and everything between us would have to change.
Yet, beneath the heat of that memory, a wave of confusion settled in my chest.
I stared blankly at the dark wood of the door he had just walked through, wrapping my arms tightly around myself to stop the shivering.
My heart hammered against my ribs while his final words echoed over and over in my head. “I don't regr
