The nights were getting longer.
Not in time, but in feeling. Kylian’s visits, which used to be quick and cold — take what he wanted and leave — had slowly started changing. He stayed longer now. Not because he was being kind, but because something in him seemed to be shifting, even if he refused to admit it.
That night was no different.
I had just finished reading one of the books Elena secretly left for me when the door opened. Kylian stepped inside without knocking, as always. His face was tired, his jaw tight. He didn’t say anything. He never did.
He walked straight to the bed and pulled me up into a deep kiss. The sparkles came instantly, rushing through my body like warm electricity. I hated how easily my body responded to him now. My hands moved to his chest as he pushed me back
