Sera’s pov:
The kiss didn’t just end when we stopped.
It stayed on my skin, in the shaky way I breathed, and in the warm glow that settled deep in my chest. Long after Damien left, I stood by the door, just staring at the wood, trying to wrap my head around how one moment could change my entire world.
I didn’t regret it.
That realization was quiet and simple, and it scared me more than anything else. I had just kissed a man who lived in the shadows. A man whose hands were built for fighting and breaking things… and yet those same hands had held me like I was the most precious thing he’d ever touched.
And I didn’t regret a single second of it.
I sat on the edge of my bed and pressed my fingers to my lips. I was almost afraid the memory would fade if I moved too fast, but it only got
