Rhea POV
The first thing I felt when I woke up was the strong hand around me, holding me tight, almost like he purposely did it so I wouldn’t slip away again.
My body froze before my brain even caught up. Then the memories of last night slapped me straight across the face, and I groaned silently into the pillow, my whole soul curling in embarrassment as every stupid thing I said replayed itself in my head.
How I had been caught. How he made me say I hated him. How I actually yelled it. How I cursed him out like some unhinged feral creature.
To think I never really curse at anyone, but somehow I opened my mouth and all those filthy hateful things came out — and he had… enjoyed it. Like really enjoyed it.
I forced my head to turn a little until I could see his face in the soft morning l
