Thud!
The door slammed shut behind Anna, but her legs refused to move. They trembled beneath her until they finally gave out.
"Ah—"
She clutched the handle to steady herself, her breath ragged. Her knees had gone weak, her lungs emptied, as if Daniel's kiss had stolen every ounce of oxygen from her body.
"What in the world just happened…" she muttered hoarsely, staggering toward the bed. She half-collapsed, half-sank onto it, her body heavy and her mind whirling like a broken compass.
How about you kiss me every night before sleep.
His words echoed mercilessly in her head, a taunting reminder. No matter how hard she tried to shove them aside, her body betrayed her—her lips still tingled, her heart still raced, her skin still burned where he had held her.
The way he had claimed her… like she belonged to him. The way he refused to let her go until her lips were swollen and her lungs screamed for air.
