Georgia's POV
I can't believe I'm letting him do this to me. God, I must be losing my mind. Or maybe I'm just losing myself… to him.
But then again, I trust him—strangely, deeply, more than I should. We've only known each other for such a short time, yet the pull between us is undeniable, magnetic.
I fought it at first, hesitant and guarded, hiding behind walls I thought were unbreakable. But the moment he confessed what he truly felt, those walls shattered like glass, and I surrendered without looking back at our past.
It's insane how it feels—like I've known him for lifetimes, like we've been together in worlds that came before this one. As if our souls just recognized each other in the dark and refused to let go.
Maybe that's foolish...
Maybe it's fate...
All I know is his feelings for me are real—I can feel their weight in every word, every touch, every kiss.
And I trust him. With my body. With my heart. With this moment, that's no longer just about lust.
