Iva could not sleep.
No matter how many times she turned from one side to the other, no matter how tightly she pulled the sheets around her or how deeply she tried to breathe, rest refused to come, slipping through her grasp like something just out of reach.
Her body was exhausted.
Every muscle heavy.
Every limb drained, especially after her last encounter with Caleb.
And yet—
She felt awake.
Too awake.
Too aware.
Because what had happened between her and Caleb… it had not faded with time, it had not softened or settled, it lingered inside her, pulsing beneath her skin, a quiet, constant hum that refused to be ignored.
Her fingers curled lightly into the sheets as she stared at the ceiling, her breath uneven.
“It’s too much…” she whispered softly to herself.
Not just physically
