Something dug into my cheek.
I winced and pushed myself up, my palm scraping over rough concrete. Cold clung to my skin, sinking through the oversized T-shirt hanging off my body. I blinked hard.
Thin strips of sunlight slipped through the filthy windows, spilling across abandoned canvases and empty paint tubes scattered around the studio.
My entire body ached. A dull, relentless reminder of the way Julian had held me down. The weight of his hands on my hips. The sounds we'd swallowed. The mess we'd left behind on the painter's tarp.
I sat up slowly, clutching the oversized T-shirt to my chest. My breath caught before I could steady it.
I squeezed my eyes shut. His hands. His mouth. The weight of him.
A shiver ran through me before I could stop it.
"Damn it."
I bit the inside of my
