ANASTASIA’S POV

It had been a week.

Seven whole days since I let Ivan touch me.

Seven days since we both quenched our desires.

And every day since then, I've been running.

Not physically, but I haven’t been able to hold his gaze or stay in the room too long with him.

He noticed also but didn’t press for anything.

But I could feel him watching.

Every time we were in the same space, that heavy silence would hang between us. His gaze was always fixed on me at every time, and I’d pretend I didn’t feel it like a burn on my skin.

I’d lied to myself, thinking I...