Mia
I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me, perhaps too quickly, too loudly. The sound rumbles through the silent suite, cutting through the heavy air I left behind. My hands shake slightly as I turn the lock, as if a simple lock could keep out everything that has just been unleashed in the other room.
Jaxon.
His gaze still burns on my skin. It's like he branded me without even really touching me. Without kissing me, without undressing, without making myself his. But it's already inside me in a way that I can't explain, in a way that I don't want to admit even to myself.
I lean against the sink, my fingers clenched around the cold ceramic as I try to regain control of my breathing. I look up and find myself in front of my image reflected in the mirror: my cheeks reddened, my
