*Riaya's POV*
I could barely think straight. Last night had been a whirlwind of confusion, and now here I was, facing Angel again. The kiss had replayed in my mind all night, every time I closed my eyes—his lips on mine, the heat of his body, the way he looked at me like I was the only person in the world. It made my heart race just remembering it, but it also left me with a thousand questions I didn’t have the answers to.
Now, standing in front of him in the hallway, I was trying to act like everything was fine. Trying to pretend I wasn’t completely thrown off by what had happened. But every time I looked at him, my mind drifted back to that moment on the balcony, the way his hands gripped my waist, how the world seemed to disappear when he kissed me.
Angel didn’t look fazed at all.
