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Dinner

Auteur: Toria writes
last update Date de publication: 2025-09-29 02:12:47

Darla's POV

God, what was I thinking? Why had I not let it happen? Why did I stop?

The memory of his warmth against me, the way my body had screamed yes even if my head stuttered… it taunted me with regret.

I moaned softly, shaking the thought out before it engulfed me. "Too late now."

Dinner. I had to focus on dinner. Sam. Not Jace. Not Xavier. Sam.

I pushed back from the door and headed for the bathroom.

The shower was short, hard, scrubbing away at the lingering feelings of Xavier's touch bu
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