KIERAN’S POV
I stood there like an idiot long after Sera was gone.
The background music continued, and the crowd was fizzling out into the late night; Byron had stepped off the stage and was busy thanking patrons.
But I couldn’t move.
The dance still lingered in my muscles, as if her body hadn’t truly left my arms. I could still feel the imprint she’d left: the dip of her waist, the silk of her hair, the curve of her hips.
Gods, had it always felt that way to hold Sera? So calming and peaceful and…right?
With the rogue issues and the LST and ruling my pack, my life over the past couple of weeks had been a frenzy of relentless motion.
And then, for three minutes, under dim bar lights, it had all just…stopped.
Nothing else existed for me except the echo of her laugh, the rhythm of her heart thudding against my chest, the lavender of her scent permeating my every pore.
And it had felt like…peace.
