CLARISSA’S POV
Warmth.
That’s the first thing I feel. The kind of warmth that seeps into my skin, wraps around me, and makes me want to stay here forever.
I shift slightly. My body is sore in places I’ve never felt sore before, and then it all comes rushing back—Landon. Last night.
My heart stutters.
I lost my virginity to Landon.
My eyes snap open, and I turn my head. My breath catches in my throat when I see him lying beside me. Landon sleeps peacefully. His rises and falls with steady breaths.
In the soft morning light coming through the window, he looks almost angelic—his dark lashes resting against his cheeks, his lips slightly parted, his tousled hair a mess from where I ran my fingers through it last night.
A lump forms in my throat.
I should be panicking. Maybe I am pani
