Ziana's heart somersaulted in her chest, torn between the absurdity of the situation and the undeniable pull she felt toward Zayden. Her thoughts whirled like a tempest, oscillating between reason and a fluttering hope to seize this chance. Yet, she remained frozen in her spot.
Oh, come on! It's just a kiss! Her devilish side complained, huffing defiantly. The scent of Zayden's cologne, a subtle mix of sandalwood and musk, lingered in the air, fueling her rebellious thoughts.
Yes! It's a kiss, Ziana! It could ruin everything for you. Her angelic side pressed, but its words fell on deaf ears.
You'll spoil your act in front of your friends! The staff might find it weird if you guys don't kiss! Do it quickly! Her devilish side continued, almost consuming her doubts that Ziana subconsciously took a step forward. The room seemed to close in as she dared to bridge the gap between them, the space shrinking like a vanishing horizon.
