Valeria's POV
I barely slept at night. I kept tossing and turning in my bed while my mind replayed the encounter with David over and over. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw myself in that hotel room.
I felt his hands on my skin, his lips on my mouth, his fingers trailing the length of my hips, and each time I remembered the moment I'd realized I couldn't go through with it, I shuddered. Luka was always at the forefront of my thoughts and it made me constantly angry.
The shame was suffocating. What kind of person was I? I was very much an adult, yet I was acting like some confused teenager who couldn't figure out her own feelings. I'd tried to prove I was over Luka by sleeping with someone else, but no, I proved otherwise.
I still had buried feelings for a man who'd made my life mi
