"Finally," Cecilia exhaled, a mix of relief and exhilaration escaping her lips as we slipped unnoticed into her lavish bedroom. She shut the door behind us and leaned against it for a moment before turning to me with a mischievous smile. Without warning, she gave me a gentle push, and I found myself sitting on the edge of her bed, blinking up at her.
"Wait here," she said, her voice tinged with anticipation. Before I could respond, she disappeared into the adjoining bathroom, leaving me alone with my thoughts—and a rapidly quickening heartbeat.
Badump. Badump.
I exhaled slowly, trying to steady the rhythm in my chest. This wasn't uncharted territory for me—in my past life, I'd been through this before. But this life, this world, was different. I'd spent almost three years here, and this moment felt monumental in a way that defied explanation.
