Serena’s POV

The air in Daniel’s penthouse is still thick with the scent of us - sweat, champagne, and sex. My body still hummed from the intensity of what we’d just done against his bedroom wall.

I could still feel his hands on my hips, his breath hot against my ear, whispering promises that felt both thrilling and dangerous. But as I slipped back into my dress reality came crashing back. The life I couldn’t escape, no matter how much Daniel’s touch made me want to forget. I zipped ...