Aitana's POV
I could still feel the heat of his lips on mine, the way his hands had gripped my waist like I was a treasure. My heart hadn’t stopped racing since. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way his dark gaze had burned into me, raw and possessive.
And then… he stopped.
It was for the best; I'm not sure what would have happened if he hadn't because I felt a fog cloud my mind and all I wanted was to rip his clothes apart and...
Bad, Aitana.
Okay, I need to do something else; reading will not help clear my head. Sebastian asked me not to leave the house, so I won't do that, but... maybe I could just get some fresh air.
I walked over to the window, pushing the curtains aside to peer into the moonlit night. The pack grounds were quiet, the only sound the rustling of leaves in
