Saira’s POV
I shook my head, my reflection staring back at me in the mirror. No. I couldn’t trust Raj—not after everything. The cruel boy who had tormented me in high school wasn’t someone I could ever rely on. People like him didn’t change, no matter how much they pretended.
But as I clenched my fists, determined to push him out of my thoughts, my gaze fell to my lips. Unbidden, the memory of the kiss we’d shared earlier flooded my mind. The way his lips had pressed against mine—firm yet tender, with a passion that caught me off guard—sent a shiver down my spine. My body betrayed me, reacting in a way I didn’t want it to.
"No," I whispered to myself, shaking off the sensation. Desperate to regain control, I turned on the tap and splashed cold water on my face, the icy shock breaking the spell his memory had cast over me. My heart raced, but I forced myself to breathe deeply, pushing away the unwanted warmth his touch had left behind.
Drying my face, I straightened and squared my shou
