Alina’s POV
I lay beside Leo in the dim light of his bedroom, watching the rise and fall of his small chest as sleep finally claimed him.
His stuffed tiger was clutched tightly in his arms, a shield against nightmares that shouldn’t exist in a child’s world.
But my mind wouldn’t rest.
“I want to be with you, Alina. No facades.”
Sebastian’s words echoed in my head, mixing with the sensation of his lips on mine, that kiss that had shattered every wall I’d carefully built between us.
My fingers touched my lips unconsciously, remembering a little too much. That night months ago. The heat. The passion.
And five years later when I had to come running to him to save Leo… the result of that night. He had said it was a mistake.
Except now he was saying it wasn’t.
What did he really want
