Lyra’s POV 

Pressed against his hard chest, I drowned in his mesmerizing eyes, my hands sliding up his shoulders instead of pushing him away. The world stopped revolving around me as I fought the urge to smash my lips to his like I used to. Would he kiss me back this time? I wasn’t underage anymore. 

At that moment, I forgot about his betrayal and his family waiting for him back in Lucania.

My intoxicated mind was brimming with the intense love I had kept hidden for so long. I couldn’t ...