ALLE
"I'm going to bed."
The words taste like ash in my mouth, but I force them out anyway. I need distance. Space. Air that doesn't smell like him, that doesn't make my skin feel too tight and my thoughts scatter like leaves in a storm.
I turn away from Winter's prone form, still sprawled on the training ground where we'd—
No. Not thinking about that.
My legs feel unsteady as I take my first step, then another. The cool night air does nothing to ease the heat still scorching through my veins, still making every nerve ending sing with want I will absolutely not act on.
The moment I give in.
It's over.
A low chuckle rolls through the darkness behind me.
I freeze mid-step, my spine going rigid. The sound is dark, knowing, absolutely infuriating in its smugness.
"Excuse me?" I sp
