[Violet]
I tried to walk casually, but the moment the heavy front doors shut behind me, I broke into a run. My steps echoed through the grand hall, swallowed by silence as I bolted up the stairs, two at a time. My pulse hammered in my ears, loud enough to drown out thought. Almost.
What the hell was I doing?
I only let him hold me to smoothen the awkwardness between us, but the moment his lips brushed my skin—when his tongue traced the curve of my neck—I panicked.
Did he even know what he was doing? That kissing—no, licking—his mate like that would leave them aroused? Did he even understand what mating meant anymore? Had his memory loss wiped away the concept of intimacy too? Or was he merely testing my limits?
“Dammit!” I cursed through clenched teeth, slamming the bedroom door shut
