I sat on the edge of the bed with the sheet wrapped tightly around me.
Morning light slipped through the thin curtains. My head ached and my body felt sore. The room still smelled like s*x and his cologne. Everything about last night felt too real now that the alcohol was gone.
Adrian was still in the bed behind me. He hadn’t said much since the call ended. He just watched me with that calm, unreadable expression, like he was waiting to see what I would do.
I couldn’t look at him properly.
Last night felt like it belonged to someone else. The drinks. The way he touched me. The way I let him. The way I came while my husband was on the phone. And his name.
“Adrian Vale…..wait ADRIAN VALE!!”
I pressed both hands against my face and let out a shaky breath as I remembered who he was.
Wha
