ILIANA'S POV
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The second we get home, my skin feels sticky, my feet burning from all the dancing, and my cheeks have a blissful ache from laughing all night long, well after Nolan left. "That was fun," Drystan chuckles, immediately undoing his shirt's buttons. My eyes fixate on the slow, taunting movements of his fingers as he exposes more skin than I can handle with sanity. I can feel myself unravel with each passing second, so I do the most sane thing I've done in weeks and glance away. My eyes flit toward the kitchen. "You know what's funny?" Scoffing, I kick my shoes to the side, enjoying the coolness of the tiles against my hot, aching feet.
"No, but you're going to tell me," his eyes can barely stay open as he steps toward me, and takes my hand. Leading me up the stairs toward t
