Bella’s POV
Sleep didn’t come easily that night. It hovered just out of reach, like something half-remembered. I lay there under thin cotton sheets, my body tense, my skin flushed one moment and chilled the next. The curtains stirred with the breeze, a whisper against the stillness, while the distant hum of the city pressed in through the windows. I couldn’t settle. Every part of me felt wired, restless. Like something inside had been set loose and now refused to be quiet. I needed to let it out, to feel something—anything—that would loosen the knot twisting in my chest.
What do I do now? The question echoed through the darkened room, bouncing off the walls, refusing to fade.
Jackson. His name alone sent a shiver racing down my spine, a heat pooling low in my belly that I couldn’t contr
