Heat crept across Cleopatra’s cheeks as memories slipped quietly into her thoughts the way Calvin’s voice had dropped to a teasing murmur, the reckless pull of his gaze that made her heart stutter, the shared moments that felt dangerously intimate and intoxicating. She remembered how their closeness blurred the line between defiance and desire, the unspoken hunger in his touch, and the wild, secret thrill that followed every stolen kiss and whispered promise they had shared in the quiet shadows of their world.

“Cleo, spill it.”

Katie’s sharp voice pulled Cleopatra back from her wandering thoughts.

“Umm…” Cleopatra hesitated, looking away.

Katie’s gaze remained fixed on her. “Yes, go on.”...