Kieran’s POV
The room was silent when I woke up.
Not the kind of silence that comes with peace—but the heavy, suffocating kind.
The kind that screamed something was wrong.
I turned over, expecting to pull Naya against me, but she was already awake.
She lay on her side, her back to me, curled slightly inward.
She hadn’t moved all night.
I hadn’t said a single word since what happened between us.
I reached out, hesitantly brushing my fingers against the bare skin of her shoulder.
She flinched.
It was so small that I might have missed it if it weren’t for me.
But I didn’t.
A sharp, painful weight settled in my chest.
"Naya," I said, my voice rough from sleep.
She didn't respond.
I shifted closer, letting my hand slide down her arm, but she stayed rigid.
That’s when I knew—
I had broken something last night.
Maybe not physically, but something inside her.
And for the first time in my life, I regretted it.
I opened my mouth to say anything, but a sud
