Narda's POV
I hadn't slept a single second.
The bed beneath me had been warm, soft, and inviting, but I lay there as stiff as the ceiling I'd been staring at for hours. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him… I saw Axle standing there in the hallway, shirt half open, eyes burning with something I'd felt down to my bones.
It had been three hours since I'd slipped into my room, three hours since Liam had gone back to sleep, three hours since I'd left Axle high and dry, lying on his bed with need carved into every line of his body.
And yet… my lips still tingled.
My skin still burned where his hands had touched me, where his mouth had branded me. I pressed my fingers to my lips and whispered into the silence, "What are you doing, Narda?"
I told myself I'd done the right th
