Mia didn’t get out of bed until late afternoon the next day. Her head throbbed from the alcohol and the endless loop of memories playing in her mind.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw it again — her thighs straddling Alex, her hips rolling desperately against the hard bulge in his jeans, the wet heat between her legs as she ground down on him.
The way she had moaned into his mouth when she came. The deep groan he let out as he finished right after her, hands gripping her ass like he never wanted to let go.
She felt filthy.
Disgusting.
A traitor.
She curled tighter under the blanket, pressing her face into the pillow as fresh tears slipped out. How could she have done that? After years of loving Ethan. After all the risks she took. After everything they had been through. One n
