Serena lay on her bed, staring up at the ceiling, the weight of the night pressing heavily on her mind.

She had made a mistake. She shouldn’t have let him kiss her. Not after everything.

Not after the scandals, the betrayal, the chaos he had brought into her life.

She turned on her side, squeezing her eyes shut, but the memory of his lips on hers refused to fade.

She could still feel the warmth of the kiss, the way he had hesitated, the way she hadn’t pulled away.

“Why? Why hadn’t I pulled away?”

Frustration bubbled inside her, and she groaned, shoving her face into her pillow. “Ugh, what...