Chloe sat curled up on the sofa of her penthouse, her knees hugged tightly to her chest, her head buried in her arms. The city lights bled in through the tall glass windows, but all she could see in her mind was last night.

She groaned and grabbed the nearest pillow, smacking it hard against the sofa. "Why, why, why did I even let it get that far?"

Her cheeks burned as the memory replayed, Lucius leaning in, his lips stealing hers, the reckless way her heart had jumped. She remembered the panic ...