Serena’s POV
The air in Daniel’s penthouse is still thick with the scent of us - sweat, champagne, and s*x. My body still hummed from the intensity of what we’d just done against his bedroom wall.
I could still feel his hands on my hips, his breath hot against my ear, whispering promises that felt both thrilling and dangerous. But as I slipped back into my dress, reality came crashing back. The life I couldn’t escape, no matter how much Daniel’s touch made me want to forget. I zipped up my dress, my fingers trembling slightly, and grabbed my sandals from the floor. Daniel was leaning against the doorway, his chest bare, hair mussed from my hands, watching me with those dark, unreadable eyes.
I avoided his gaze, focusing on slipping my shoes on, my heart still racing from the way he’d u
