Narda's POV
It had been over three hours since we got back home. I turned to the clock beside my bed, which confirmed it was already 3:17 a.m. Its ticking was unnervingly loud in the stillness. But despite the passing time, sleep refused to visit me.
I lay curled beneath the sheets, eyes wide open, tracing invisible patterns on the ceiling in the dark. The moonlight filtering through the curtains painted thin silver lines across the walls, but the room felt suffocating. My mind wouldn't stop.
Not tonight.
Not after everything that had happened.
I had tried. I tried everything possible to distract myself, tried to count backwards, tried to slow my breathing, but nothing worked. All I could think about was him. His hands are on me. His mouth. The way he'd kissed me like I wa
