C85 Chapter 85

Melia’s pov

The lingering electricity from the restroom encounter followed me as I slid into my seat at the table. Bastian was already there, effortlessly composed, his smirk hidden behind the glass of wine he raised to his lips.

I wished I could say the same. My pulse was a chaotic drumbeat, my legs barely steady enough to carry me. The ache he’d left me with still hummed through my body