The silence that followed Sky's interruption was suffocating.
Yara's fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted her tunic, brushing out the creases as if they could erase the memory of Val's hands on her. Her hands brushed against her disheveled hair, fumbling to tame it into something presentable. The room felt stifling, and her cheeks burned as though they were aflame. Her body still buzzed with a restless energy, the warmth of his touch lingering on her skin.
Her lips tingled, betraying her as her fingers brushed over them. Gods, she thought, her heart pounding. The kiss played over and over in her mind, a series of vivid flashes—his closeness, his golden eyes darkened with intent, and the way he had pulled her against him as if he couldn't let her go. Her breathing hitched as she stole a glance at him.
