POV: Siena

The kiss still lingered on my lips.

It wasn’t rushed. It wasn’t wild. It was slow, deep, and full of meaning. Like we had both waited so long for this exact moment and didn’t want it to end too soon. There was something sacred about it, something that told me we were stepping into something real. Not perfect. Not easy. But real.

When Lucian finally pulled away, his hands didn’t leave me. His forehead gently rested against mine, and he looked into my eyes like he was seeing a dream come to life. There was warmth in his gaze, but there was also something else. A quiet awe....