Simon's body tensed up instantly.
The surge of passion that had just overtaken him cooled down in seconds, retreating like a tide.
Slowly, he released Amelia, a flicker of pain flashing across his eyes, though he tried to hold it in.
Her question—it hit him like a dagger to the chest.
From the moment the incident happened until now, this was the first time she'd brought it up.
He'd thought it was over.
He'd convinced himself that as long as no one mentioned it, it would be as if it had never existed.
But now, just a tiny c***k in that façade, and it all came flooding back—a scar between them that couldn't fade or be erased. Time didn't dull it; it only made the pain sharper, rawer.
And naturally, he wasn't the only one hurting.
Simon's throat bobbed as he swall
