ACIR HILLS
My fingers were already trembling beneath his touch.
The moment Zaijian loosened his hold around my wrist, I pulled my hand away quickly… almost too quickly, as if his touch had burned me.
“Acir… no… it wasn’t a mistake.” His voice was hoarse like he’s trying so hard to speak.
I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I knew I’d break. And I couldn’t break. Not here—not in front of him and not after everything I had spent the past three years teaching myself.
“I shouldn’t have let it happen.” The words came out firm. At least, I made them sound firm. But inside I was falling apart. I could still remember last night. His hands, his voice, the way he’d looked at me, and the way, for a few hours, I had forgotten every reason I had given myself for staying away from him.
I had forgott
