Aurora’s POV
All day, I felt as though I had left something crucial behind in that locker room.
Not my clothes…Logan had kept his word, leaving a neatly folded set outside the door with no note, no explanation.
I slipped into them and trudged through two hours of lectures, my mind a foggy haze, while my skin prickled with a heightened awareness.
It was as though a switch had been flipped within me, one that lacked an off button.
What I craved was the gentle brush of his thumb beneath my nose again.
It was a humiliating truth. I longed for that specific, intimate gesture from a man who had spent the past two weeks making my life a living hell.
I replayed that moment in my mind at least forty times between Political Science and the end of the day. Anger surged through my veins, and
