Pipra lay on her bed, staring at the ceiling of her room, the darkness around her doing little to quiet the whirlwind of thoughts racing through her mind. The softness of her pillow cradled her head, but she couldn't find comfort in it. All she could think about was Seiji and the kiss they shared.
Her lips still tingled from the sensation, as if Seiji's touch lingered there. It was her first kiss—something she had never imagined would be so sweet, so powerful. She had always prided herself on being strong-willed, practical, not easily swayed by the charms of men, especially a human like Seiji. But now, lying in the stillness of her room, Pipra couldn't deny how deeply she had been affected.
