(Elena’s POV)Sleep refused to come easily.I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, replaying the last ten minutes over and over again. His hand on my cheek. The way he’d looked at me.The way he’d apologized the moment I’d stopped him.I smiled into the darkness.Then immediately buried my face in my pillow.“Oh, God…”What was I doing?More importantly…What were we doing?A week ago, we were talking about contracts, obligations, and appearances.Now we were awkwardly standing outside my bedroom, almost kissing like two teenagers who had no idea what to do with their feelings.I turned onto my side.Then onto the other.Then back again.Hopeless.Absolutely hopeless.A knock came at my door.Three soft taps.I frowned.Who knocks at—Before I could finish the thought, the door opened just enough for Maria to peek inside.“Miss Elena?”I blinked at her.“Good morning?”She smiled knowingly.“It will be in about fifteen minutes.”I looked toward the clock.Five forty-eight.I groane
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