[IRAYA]
That honesty caught me off guard more than anything else tonight.
Lyander could be flippant. He could tease. He could be infuriating. But this? This was dangerous. This was real.
"We're going to regret this," I whispered, my voice almost shaking.
"Maybe," he said. "But I don't want to live the rest of my life wondering what it would have felt like."
His fingers brushed my cheek. "Now I know."
I swallowed hard, trying to find something snarky to say, anything to break the tension. But all I could do was look at him.
His gaze searched mine like he was memorizing me. I could feel his heartbeat under my palm, strong and steady beneath the layers of soft fabric. Mine was wild. Unruly.
I should've moved. I should've pulled away the moment our lips collided. But I didn't.
I couldn't.
My mind blanked, drowned by the heat of his kiss, and my body betrayed everything I ever told myself about resisting him.
