AUBREY'S POV
Oh heavens, why did he call my name like that? The intensity in his voice made my stomach flip. Did he want to talk about last night? I cringed inwardly, imagining how mortifying that conversation would be. As he approached, something caught my eye—marks on his arms. My brows furrowed as I studied the distinct crescent shapes. Were those... nail marks? My heart started racing. Where did he get those?
"Hmm," Aria hummed, her voice dripping with mischief.
"Aria," I warned, dread creeping in. "What did you do?"
"Don't hate me, but I thought it would be best..." she trailed off, and suddenly, the locked memories from last night came rushing back in a flood. Oh, my Goddess!
My hand flew to my mouth as the scenes replayed in vivid detail—Knox's heated touches, his fingers takin
