Audrey’s pov
The sun was aggressive. That was my first thought as I squinted, quickly raising my hand to shield my face from streaks of sunlight filtering in from the drapes. I was in bed, tucked under the duvet. My hair was a mess, and my body felt heavy.
Then the memories hit me, and the first thing I felt was a mortifying heat.
My mind started to play the memories from last night like a movie trailer.
The side table. The mahogany pressing into my skin. The way I had begged. Matteo’s brutal dominance. The way I said his name like it was something I needed. The way I…responded.
Like I wasn’t myself.
I pulled the duvet over my head, squeezing my eyes shut as I let out a groan.
“Oh my God,” I whispered to no one.
My body ached in the best and worst places. My thighs felt like I had
