Elias POV

Breakfast was unusually quiet.

I sat at the head of the table, staring at the untouched coffee cooling beside me, pretending to listen to the soft clatter of utensils. But my mind wasn’t here.

It was replaying last night.

The scent of her skin when she pulled me closer instead of pushing me away.

The soft shock of her mouth, warm, opening under mine.

The way she whispered my name like she didn’t hate me…like she remembered the last time we had kissed.

I shouldn’t have touched her.

I sure as hell shouldn’t have woken up in her room.

But I did.

And now I was sitting here...