POV: Violet
If anyone tells you that sleeping after your first time with someone is peaceful, soft, all post coital glow and bliss they’re lying.
Because I didn’t sleep.
Not a single second.
Not with Ryan sprawled beside me like some smug, silver-haired deity, one arm slung across my waist like he’d claimed not just my body but my entire soul. His breathing was steady, calm, annoyingly perfect.
Meanwhile, I was wide awake, staring at the ceiling like, Holy crap, I actually did it.
Correction: We did it.
And it wasn’t awkward. Or clumsy. Or any of the horror stories my friends used to whisper about in hushed voices during high school sleepovers.
It was perfect.
Which was really unfair, because now I was ruined forever. No man could ever compare. Not that I wanted them to. Because t
