Zara’s POV

It was as though I wasn’t myself anymore. I had told myself I won’t be falling into the trap called romance anymore. But his kiss consumed me and fueled an unknown inner longing.

It wasn’t rushed but deep, intense, deliberate, and laced with words we hadn’t said. Everything we’ve been burying under half-truths and stolen glances. 

I clung to his shirt like I didn’t want this moment to end. As if letting go would discontinue this fragile yearning between us.

Before we knew it, we were transported up the stairs into my bedroom. We looked at each other, unsure of whether to continue, but we both knew we...