Morning came too quickly.
The soft rays of sunlight filtered through the tall, arched window, brushing warm gold over the tangled sheets and discarded clothes strewn across the floor. Georgia sat at the edge of the bed, a sheet wrapped around her body like armor. Her back was to Jared. Her fingers were clenched tight, nails digging into her palms.
Jared stirred behind her, the bed shifting beneath his weight. She didn't look back. She couldn't.
Her heart was still racing.
Her body still remembered everything.
And that terrified her.
"Georgia..." Jared's voice was still husky from sleep. "You okay?"
She stiffened. Don't turn around. Don't look at him. Just breathe.
"I'm fine," she said quickly, too quickly. Her voice cracked like a fragile shell.
"You don't soun
