ログインSoraya Miller’s POVI adjusted my grip on my bag and walked down the familiar corridor toward my room. The attendants’ floor was relatively more empty than the lower floor, though I could still hear the occasional movement from behind the doors. Someone laughed somewhere farther down the hall in th
Soraya Miller’s POVI stood at the end of the driveway, watching Lucien's car disappear down the road.A small ache remained in my chest as I stared until the last glimpse of dark metallic blue vanished around the bend, even though I already knew he wasn't coming back. Then I took a breath and star
I went upstairs and pulled my small travel bag from the wardrobe, then stood in front of it for a moment, staring at the clothes I'd accumulated during my stay. I only picked out a couple of nightwear sets, a few tops, those cargo pants from before, and the other things I'd worn enough to know I wan
Soraya Miller’s POVHis hand settled lightly against the nape of my neck, giving me enough time to pull away if I wanted to. I didn't. When he leaned in, I met him halfway, and his mouth found mine in a kiss that started slowly, almost cautiously, before the restraint between us began to disappear
“You hungry?”“A little,” I admitted, already wondering whether he'd made coffee too alongside whatever he was putting together.He nodded, accepting the answer without asking anything else. A few seconds later, he picked up a fork and tasted something from the pan. He wrinkled his nose slightly as
Soraya Miller’s POVI woke up tired, staring at the ceiling for several seconds before I understood where I was. Lucien's guest room. Morning light filtered through the curtains, casting pale streaks across the wall, and for a moment I simply lay there, trying to piece together how I'd ended up in







