Zora’s POV
As Aiden’s hands glided over the delicate fabric of the dress, helping me out of it, our eyes remained locked in a mesmerizing gaze through the mirror. It was an intimate connection that spoke of the attraction between us that I always tried to hurt deep down in my subconscious for fear that the Lords were right and that I was like other women, destined to be attracted to them. The unspoken allure of our encounter simmered in the air, and I felt a rush of desire intertwine with the lingering spark of curiosity, wanting to know just how far he would go with me today.
But as the fabric of the dress fell away, a sudden knock on the door sent a jolt of surprise through both of us. The spell was broken, our shared moment shattered, and I was left with a bewildering sense of disappo
