Elara POV
The corridor felt too narrow when I stepped into it, like the walls had been pulled closer during the night. My legs were unsteady in the same way they had been when Theron kissed me—weak in the knees, tight in the chest, breath stuck somewhere high in my throat.
I could still feel him.
Not the heat of his hands.
Not the weight of his body above me.
Not even the taste he'd taken from my mouth.
It was worse.
I still felt the moment my control slipped—the tiny second where my body moved before my mind did.
The tiny second where I answered him.
The tiny second I didn't stop.
That second pulsed through me like a bruise I couldn't touch.
I wrapped my arms around myself and stepped forward. The hallway floor was cold under my feet. I didn't want to look back at the door I had just walked through, because I knew exactly what had happened on the other side of it.
Not sex.
Not consummation.
But something that still tasted like betrayal.
