~MARIE'S POV~
His hands are everywhere and yet not too much.
Not greedy. Not rushed.
Just Jason.
Every touch feels like a question—Do you feel this too? Do you trust me? Do you want me the way I want you?
And the answer is yes.
My skin is burning, tingling where he trails his fingertips, where his lips find the hollow of my throat. I hold onto him like I'm afraid to fall—though in a way, I already have.
I've fallen hard.
But just when I'm melting into him completely—just when my mind is blissfully empty—
Something slips through.
A voice.
Screaming.
A man's voice yelling my name—
No, not Marie.
"Selena!"
I stiffen.
Jason freezes too.
My breath catches in my throat. His forehead is pressed to my shoulder, his grip loosening instinctively like he can feel it—that shift in me again.
"I…" I whisper. "I heard it again."
Jason doesn't speak.
I sit up straighter on the table, pushing a hand through my hair, heart racing for a different reason now.
