Lahat ng Kabanata ng TO LOVE HIM AGAIN: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Sera’s POV  My back hits something solid before gravity can win.Warm hands grip my waist, firm and steady, pulling me against his chest,a wall of heat and strength. My heart jumps, thudding like a wild drum. For a second, I forget how to breathe. Adrian. His scent hits me first ,clean soap, cologne. My fingers clutch his shirt on instinct, the soft cotton damp under my palms. His chest rises and falls against me, and suddenly the air between us feels too heavy to breathe. Our eyes meet ,dark, conflicted, searching and I swear time stops. His pupils dilate, his jaw tightens. For one dizzy second, I think he might kiss me. Then“Adrian?&

Sera’s POV  Adrian places the phone in my hand like it’s something fragile, then turns and leaves so quickly the door bangs behind him. The sharp sound vibrates through the room. I stare at the door, frowning. What was he even doing in here? My phone keeps buzzing against my palm, Owen again. I sigh, roll my eyes, and finally swipe to answer. “Hey, Sera,” he says, voice annoyingly cheerful. “Owen, what the heck? You woke me up.” My voice is rough with sleep. “Oh, you were sleeping, baby girl? I had no idea.” “Of course you didn’t.&r

  Sera’s POV  The air in the room feels tight,  like it shrinks every second we’re stuck in here. Adrian is pacing behind me, dragging his palm through his hair like the situation is personally attacking him. “Maybe we should try pushing the—” “I’ve tried that already, Adrian,” I snap without meaning to. My nerves feel like exposed wires. He blinks, offended. “I was just making a suggestion. I know you’re stressed, but don’t pour your anger on me. You’re not the only one locked in here.” “Well, I’m just telling you that we’ve tried it al

Sera's POV My fingers trace the edge of the marble counter, following the gold veins that snake through the white stone. Anything to avoid looking at the sea of designer gowns and tailored suits that fill the gala. Anything to avoid the weight of their stares.I reach for another glass of wine from a passing waiter.Stop it. You've had enough.But my hand closes around the crystal stem anyway. The cool glass grounds me, gives me something to hold onto in this room full of people who measure worth in zeros and decimal points.A familiar laugh carries over the music, sharp, practiced, perfect. Ivy stands with a cluster of women in jewel-toned dresses, her head thrown back like she's just heard the funniest joke in the world. The diamonds on her neck catch the light with every movement. 

 Sera's POV His arms catch me before I hit the ground, fingers pressing into my waist with a firmness that sends heat rushing through my body. I look up, and there it is, that expression I've come to dread. The one that makes my chest tighten and my thoughts scatter like leaves in wind. Concern. Want. Something else I refuse to name. "I…" My hands push against his chest, solid and warm beneath my palms. "I'm sorry." I scramble out of his grip, nearly tripping over my own feet in the process. My dress twists around my legs as I smooth it down with shaking fingers, refusing to meet his eyes. Why am I always like this around him? Clumsy. Breathless. Foolish. "Sera, wait." His footsteps echo behind me in the hallway, quick and determined. I stop, my shoulders tensing