Alina’s POV
I could not believe I was doing this.
One second I was telling myself to stop, to think, to remember everything that stood between us. The next, my arms were wrapping around his neck like they belonged there.
Like they had always belonged there.
“Alina…” he breathed against my lips, my name leaving him like it hurt.
That was my undoing.
I should have pushed him away. I should have stepped back, reminded him of Aria, of the pregnancy, of the chaos waiting outside this locked room. He lifted me effortlessly, like I weighed nothing. Like he had done this a hundred times before.
Done for.
I was completely done for.
My back hit the wall briefly before he carried me toward the sofa. My heart was pounding so loudly I could hear it over the faint music vibrating from outside t
