Kate’s POV:
I found myself frozen, as if anticipating the sensation of his lips on mine, recalling how it felt the previous night. I was unsure of my actions, unable to stop cursing myself internally.
It was if my heart was betraying my mind, a feeling that I was unable to comprehend.
As Deimon drew dangerously close, we were abruptly interrupted by a voice from outside the cave.
“Deimon? Deimon?” Monica's voice called out, capturing both of our attention.
It shook me from my train of thought, taking me back to the real world.
Deimon released his grip on me, his gaze shifting from my lips to the cave's entrance.
My head was still lowered, as I made myself stand on my own two feet. I brushed my lips with my finger, the feeling of his touch still imprinted on them.
I was still recove
