– Alina’s POV
The morning light slipped through the curtains, golden and soft, painting streaks across the sheets tangled around us. I woke first, my body naked pressed against his, my head resting on his chest. His arm was draped around me like it belonged there.
For a moment, I didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe.
Didn’t want to face what we’d done.
Every part of me ached with the reminder of last night, the whispers, the kisses, the warmth of his skin, the way he had held me like I was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
But then, reality hit me.
Guilt.
We’d crossed every boundary that existed. And no matter how right it had felt in the moment, I knew it was wrong. I was the one who should have stopped it. Instead, I let it happen. I wanted it to happen.
I turned slightly, my g
