That morning, Lena sat at the edge of her bed. Sunlight seeped through the curtains, but she remained motionless. Her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her head resting against them. Her mind was tangled.

Last night…

The memory of that heated kiss with Neil replayed in her head. The touch, the gaze, the pounding of their hearts—it all felt too vivid, too real.

“Lena… why are you so restless?” she whispered to herself. “Shouldn’t you be happy about what happened between you ...