Lyra
It had happened.
Everything I had been afraid of, everything I had spent a whole year building walls against, had found its way through in just two days, and I had let it, and that was the part I couldn’t stop thinking about.
Last night, after the almost kiss, which left me in quite the shambles, we returned to the cabin. Thankfully, Liam had offered to take Xavier to the small lake at the edge of the retreat grounds, affording me some quiet time.
Quiet time or time to fantasize about the kiss? The voice in my head chirped, mocking me.
I had pressed my palms flat against my thighs, sat on the edge of the bed, and told it to shut up.
What the hell was wrong with me?
What was genuinely, actually wrong with me?
I had pulled myself together by the time they came back, and after
