I woke with my eyes swollen and a headache drumming behind my temples—the price of crying yourself to sleep. The digital clock read 6:13 AM. Too early to be awake on a Saturday, but my body had apparently decided sleep was overrated when humiliation was an option.
I pressed my face into the pillow, memories from last night flooding back: Caleb's mouth on mine, his hands tangled in my hair, the apologies when he remembered who he really wanted.
After so many years you'd think I'd have learned my lesson by now.
The apartment was silent, which meant Caleb was probably still asleep. Good. I couldn't face him yet. I dragged myself into the bathroom, wincing at my reflection. My eyes were puffy, lips still slightly swollen from kisses that apparently meant nothing.
I reached for my makeup ba
