Amber's POV
I rolled over that morning and felt the bed beside me. Cold, empty, distant, like the man Simoun was. I stared at the ceiling as my p***y throbbed between my legs, a stark reminder of the evening before. I closed my eyes and groaned, tossing the covers off my body and standing up. But the second I tried to walk, my knees buckled underneath me.
Every part of my body screamed for him. Every crooked movement I made from the bed to the bathroom reminded me of the beauty I had experienced with him. As I stood there gazing into the mirror while I brushed my teeth, only one word kept racing through my mind.
Mistake.
I closed my eyes and remembered how I'd begged for him. I spit my toothpaste into the sink and drew in a deep breath. I was getting too wrapped up in this, in the fant
