The next evening came too quickly.
I had spent most of the day in bed, exhausted from crying and the weight of my own guilt. My body still ached slightly from the night before, a constant reminder of how easily I gave in to Kylian. I barely ate, terrified that if I left the room I would face more cold stares and whispers.
When the door opened that night, my heart jumped. Kylian stepped inside, his face shadowed in the dim light. He looked tense, like something was weighing on him. Without a word, he closed the door and walked toward the bed.
He pulled me up and kissed me fiercely. His mouth was demanding, almost desperate. The sparkles burst to life between us immediately, hot and intense. I moaned softly as his hands moved over my body, pulling off my clothes with rough urgency.
Kylia
