Ayra’s POV
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I couldn’t sleep.
Even after Leon left the room, even after the door clicked shut gently behind him, my heart still raced like I’d just run a marathon. Every time I closed my eyes, the kiss came back—slow, soft, deep. Too real. Too perfect.
We kissed.
No—I kissed him.
And he didn’t push me away.
He kissed me back. He held me. He didn’t just let me kiss him—he made it his. Claimed me with the way his lips moved, the way his fingers had gripped my waist and pulled me against him. The way his tongue had tangled with mine like he wanted to consume me completely.
My body still felt it.
The ache between my thighs was a traitor. It throbbed quietly, stubbornly reminding me of the heat we shared. A blush crept up my face, warm and uncontrollable. I buried my face into the
