It was late at night. Mila was still awake. She couldn't sleep, though exhaustion clung to her body. Her eyes were swollen, her face drawn and tired, but her mind refused to quiet down.
It kept replaying the scene from the afternoon.
What hurt the most was that Dominic hadn't stopped it. He had let Serene kiss him.
"Why am I even thinking about this?" she muttered, turning onto her side restlessly. "It doesn't matter. It shouldn't matter. I'll leave this place one day and go back to my life. There is no future for us."
She clutched the blanket tightly to her chest and squeezed her eyes shut, forcing herself to sleep. Just as she began to drift, the faint sound of the door opening reached her ears, followed by steady footsteps drawing closer.
Her eyes snapped open. She pushed herself upright immediately.
Under the dim light of the room, she noticed a tall figure moving toward the bed.
"Dominic?"
"Still awake?" he said, coming in closer. "Why didn't you come to my room?"
