Melissa.
My steps slowed as I reached Cypril’s door.
The glass of water trembled slightly in my hand, tiny ripples forming along the surface. I told myself it was just exhaustion, just frustration, nothing more.
I pushed the door open gently.
And froze.
Amelia was in his arms.
Her fingers were tangled in his shirt, clutching him like she needed him to breathe. Cypril’s hands were on her waist, firm and possessive, pulling her close as their lips were locked together. It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant. It was heated, intense enough that I could hear the faint sound of their breathing even from where I stood.
The sight struck me like a physical blow.
For a second, I couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. My fingers tightened around the glass until I was certain it might shatter.
I should
