Bella's pov
I opened my eyes.
Not because I slept—God, I didn’t sleep.
My body feels like a stone. And my mind, a storm.
It's all still here. What happened yesterday. The memories I'll never be able to forget. Tattooed in my brain. The slip. The fall. His arms. His heat.
I can still feel it—like it’s burned into me. The warmth of his body pressed against my skin. The brush of his fingers on my cheeks. The way his eyes traveled every corner of my frame, like I was something he had never seen before…
Wait. What the hell?! NO.
“No, no, no.” I shot up and grabbed the pillow, pressing it to my face like that would smother the memory. “Stupid. Stupid,” I hissed under my breath.
What about his words? I can't forget that. His voice. That accusing tone. “Why are you flirting with my brother
