Zerina's point of view

My face turned red. It wasn't just a flush or a shy little warmth. No.. my whole face heated up as a memory from the last four to five days struck me like lightning.

The memory of the first time we met.

That moment when I threw myself at him without thinking. I had straddled him then too. AWKWARDLY. EMBARRASSINGLY.

I wasn't even sure I was doing it right. I still don't know how I survived the shame of that day. And now here I was again, in the same ...