Serena’s POV

The dressing room at Neon Nights was chaotic as I sat, still playing from the night. My lips burned with the memory of Daniel Hawthorne’s kiss in his private suite, a moment that had nearly unraveled me completely.

It was hours ago, but my body hadn’t forgotten the heat of his hands, the hunger of his mouth, the way I’d almost let myself drown in him. I glanced at my reflection, my black lace bodysuit clinging to my skin, my green eyes wide with the aftershock of what ...