Chapter 22 Overwhelmed With Desire

• The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting soft shadows across the room. Celia sat on the edge of her bed, her thoughts a whirlwind of confusion and desire. The taste of Alexander’s kiss still lingered on her lips, a reminder of the fire they had ignited between them. Her heart ached with longing as she replayed the moment in her mind, but it wasn’t just the kiss that consumed her—it was the way he had pulled away, the way he’d apologized as if she were the one to blame.
• She knew he was conflicted. She could see it in his eyes, hear it in his voice every time he tried to push her away. But that kiss had shattered any doubt she had about what they could be together. It wasn’t just passion. It was something deeper, something real. She wasn’t ready to let go of that just yet.
• With a sigh, Celia stood up, her resolve hardening. She would confront him, even if it meant facing the coldness he had thrown her way after their intimate moment.