ElenaI shouldn’t be thinking about him.That’s the first thing that runs through my head as I sit on the edge of the bed, staring at nothing, my fingers twisting into the thin fabric of my pajama shorts. The room is quiet again, too quiet, the kind of silence that leaves too much space for thoughts I don’t want to have. Thoughts about his hands, his voice, the way he looked at me like he already knew exactly what I was going to do before I did it.The kiss. My stomach tightens. I press my lips together, like I can erase it, like I can push the memory out of my head if I just refuse to acknowledge it. But it doesn’t go away. It lingers. The pressure of his mouth, the way my body reacted before my brain could catch up, the heat that spread through me like something I didn’t recognize.Or didn’t want to.“Fuck,” I whisper, dragging a hand down my face.I shouldn’t want more. That’s the truth of it. I shouldn’t be sitting here thinking about the way his hand felt on my neck, the way his
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