The first gentle rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window, casting a soft glow over the girl curled up like a baby on the bed. Her eyes were closed, but her eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed uneasy, her brows furrowed just a little. Yet her sleeping face remained peaceful and beautiful.
It took a long time before Phoebe's consciousness gradually cleared. Slowly, she opened her clear, bright eyes and let out a soft groan, trying to move her body.
Down there—it hurt. It felt like she had been run over by a truck.
The memories of last night flooded back, making her shiver uncontrollably.
God, recalling those shameful moments, a wave of humiliation exploded within her, tears rolling down her cheeks...
The man was no longer in the room, but his faint masculine scent stil
