BELLA
The piercing ring of my alarm jolted me out of sleep.
I groaned, the sound dragging from my throat as I rolled onto my back, eyes fluttering open. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling while reality slowly settled in. Then, as if on instinct, I turned to the left side of the bed and peeked over.
Empty.
Alex was gone.
I let out a breath I hadn’t realized I was holding. At least I wouldn’t have to face him.
But the peace was short-lived.
I can’t believe I slept with him again.
There was no alcohol to blame this time. I did it because I wanted to. Because the craving returned.
Because I missed the way he touched me.
Because, for a moment, I didn’t care about the consequences.
Not about how messy things already were between us. Not about how tangled our histo
