As soon as the words "Stay with me" left my lips, I felt a rush of heat crawl up my neck. It was impulsive, unguarded, and completely unlike me. But the words had escaped before I could stop them, a plea born from a longing I hadn't fully acknowledged until this moment.
Ciara's eyes flickered with something,surprise, maybe, or was it amusement? Either way, her lips curled into that familiar smirk, the one that made my heart skip a beat and my stomach twist into nervous knots.
"You missed me, didn't you?" she teased, her voice low and husky, like she was savoring every syllable.
I rolled my eyes, trying to muster up some semblance of my usual composure. "Don't flatter yourself," I retorted, but the slight quiver in my voice betrayed me.
Ciara's smirk widened, and she stepped closer, closing the distance between us. The air in the room seemed to grow thicker, charged with an energy that was both thrilling and terrifying.