LIANA’S POV
The golden rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains, falling across my face and pulling me from sleep. I shifted slightly, my limbs heavy with exhaustion, and as I tried to move, a sharp ache flared in my lower half. I froze, letting out a soft yelp as my hand instinctively gripped the sheets for support.
Every muscle in my body protested the simple act of sitting up, and the soreness in places I hadn’t even realized could ache made me wince. My mind raced as I struggled to make sense of the discomfort, and then it hit me all at once—the memory of last night came crashing down like a tidal wave.
Reed. His hands, his lips, the way his voice whispered my name like a prayer. My breath hitched as fragments of the night replayed in my mind, vivid and searing. I could still
