As I lay on the floor, the cold marble against my back, I couldn't shake off the sensation of Ciara's hands on me. It was infuriating, and yet, the way her touch had sent shivers down my spine was something I didn't want to admit to myself.
Why did it have to feel so intense, so electrifying? I hated her for making me feel this way. She was supposed to be a heartless flirt, someone who never took anything seriously. How could I be matched with someone like her? The thought made me groan inwardly. I couldn't let myself get carried away by these unwanted emotions.
I shook my head, trying to dispel the lingering warmth that her touch had left. I needed to focus, to keep my composure.
Letting Ciara affect me like this was dangerous. It was clear she was just as frustrated and confused by this situation as I was. But that didn't make it any easier. Why did she have to be my perfect match? It felt like some cruel joke the universe was playing on me.
