LEAH
Damien’s lips brushed against mine, a fleeting touch that lasted only a heartbeat. Yet, in that single moment, my world seemed to tilt. It wasn’t the kiss itself—it was the strange, unspoken electricity that followed, crackling in the air between us like a storm about to break.
I froze, my heart thudding loudly in my chest, my mind torn between disbelief and an inexplicable yearning that I couldn’t quite name. His gaze, intense and unyielding, searched mine as if daring me to look away. I didn’t.
Instead, I found myself rooted, unable to escape the strange heat that spread through my veins. The kiss was brief, yet it felt like we were still in it.
The loud cheers brought me back to reality, and I instinctively gave myself some distance from Damien to ease the tension.
“It’s late.
