What…just happened?

SELENE’S POV

I lie on the bed, the sheets cool against my skin, pressing into every vulnerable, shameful inch of me. I pull the blanket up, shielding myself, though I know it’s no real protection. My body feels tense, every muscle coiled like a spring, fighting against the embarrassing awareness flooding my mind. I’m raw—undone—and he’s the one who’s done it. I can’t escape the way he’s looking at me, as though every inch of me belongs to him, like I’m some open book he’s flipping through without care for my comfort.

He stands beside the bed, silent but close enough for me to feel the weight of his gaze, a heat that seems to seep under my skin. I curl a little tighter, trying to make myself smaller, but it only makes him chuckle, a soft, deep sound that sends chills down my spine. His eyes trace along the curve of my shoulder, lingering on every spot I wish I could hide.

“Don’t cover yourself, Selene.” His voice is low, laced with a challenge I’m too flustered to meet. My fingers dig