I lay in bed, the cool sheets against my skin as I pulled them up, feeling vulnerable. The room was dim, shadows stretching along the walls, and I could just make out Lysander’s figure standing beside me. His gaze was unreadable, watching me in a way that made my heart race. Then he stepped closer, his presence almost overwhelming in the quiet room.

“Are you cold?” His voice was soft, almost a murmur, but it sent a shiver through me. He reached out, his warm hands moving up and ...