Monday Morning, 6:47 AM

Eva’s POV

I woke up to an empty bed and the sick realization that last night had actually happened.

The kiss. The kisses. Plural.

We’d made out on that terrace like teenagers at prom, and I’d been fully ready to let him take me home and break Article 12 into a thousand pieces.

But then Cole had pulled back, his expression unreadable in the dim light. “We should go back inside,” he’d said, his voice carefully controlled. “People will notice.”

And ...