The transition from the tangled sheets and lingering heat of the bed to the cool morning air of my mini-apartment felt like waking up from a beautiful dream, only to realize the dream was still real. I reluctantly left the warmth, the phantom pressure of Demetrius’s arms still ghosting over my skin.
Since Adam hadn't delivered any more of my wardrobe yet, I reached for the training clothes from yesterday. They felt different against my skin today—less like a uniform of struggle and more like armor for a woman who finally knew her worth.
In the bathroom, I caught my reflection in the mirror and stopped. I looked… different. My eyes were brighter, and there was a flush to my cheeks that no amount of cold water could wash away. Curious, I began poking through the drawers of the vanity. I ha
