She stretched and glanced around the room, noting how it seemed eerily still. The sheets beside her were tousled, and there was an unfamiliar sense of warmth and weight on her side of the bed. Amara sat up, her thoughts racing back to the night before. She tried to piece together the fragments of her memory, but the more she thought, the more elusive it became.
The realization struck her: Rowan had been there. They had been together, and she could still feel the residual effects of their intimacy. A deep sense of shame and confusion washed over her. How could she have allowed this to happen? Today was her brother's wedding, and yet, here she was in such a disheveled state.
With a heavy heart and a throbbing headache, she dragged herself to the bathroom. The cool, soothing water from the
