Aria’s POV
The silence of the night pressed against my chest and made your heartbeat sound like thunder in your ears. I wandered from room to room trailing my fingers along counters and walls as if the solidity could steady me but it didn’t.
Every memory of last night from the encounter tormented me- the rough heat of his hands, the way he had pressed himself against me as though I were the only thing in the world worth holding… The memory of his lips on mine made my stomach twist with both shame and something more dangerous, something I couldn’t name without feeling like I was confessing to myself.
I sank onto the edge of the couch, hugging my knees. My palms were slick with sweat even though it was 10 degrees. And yet, there was a war raging inside me. Desire tangled with guilt and l
