Eva's POV
I stare at the ceiling, my body humming with a strange mix of satisfaction and regret.
A thin sheet covers my waist, but Aaron's arm is heavy around me, pinning me to the mattress.
His breath is a slow, steady rhythm against my neck, and the gentle strokes of his fingers on my arm are a stark contrast to the savagery of minutes ago.
This was a mistake.
A glorious, earth-shattering mistake. I don't regret it but I'm also not proud of my actions.
I've not only betrayed myself but I've betrayed Mason's trust.
The post-o****m clarity hits me like a wave of cold water.
What the hell was I thinking? One minute, I'm telling Aaron I want to leave, and the next, I'm teasing him with my p***y like some deprived housewife.
The rational part of me, the part that
