The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the pain. A dull, throbbing ache pulsed through my head, like a drum beating from the inside out. My whole body felt sore, heavy, like I’d been run over by something massive. My inner thighs ached, a lingering reminder of what had happened last night. And then—like ice water being poured over me—the realization hit.
I had slept with Dalton.
My breath hitched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, willing it all to be a dream, a twisted, fevered nightmare brought on by exhaustion. But as I shifted, feeling the soreness in my limbs and the warm, lingering scent of him on my skin, I knew it was real. It had happened.
Oh God.
My stomach twisted violently. I had cheated on Cole.
A cold, sinking feeling settled in my chest as the weight of what I’d done c
