Mia’s pov

The courtyard tree cast long shadows as I stood there, frozen behind the hedge like some pathetic spy in my own life. My nails dug into my palms so hard I was sure they’d leave marks. There they were Lucian and Lily kissing like the world around them didn’t exist. His hands were on her, sliding under her sweater, exploring her body with that hungry urgency I knew so well. I could practically feel it: the way his fingers would press into soft skin, the low groan he made when things got heated. God, I wanted to be the one there. I wanted his hands under my top,...