GIOVANNI’S POV
I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, watching as the morning light slipped in through the curtains.
Sleep had been impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Arya moving against me with desperate need, and making sounds that had nearly destroyed my self-control.
I did the right thing by stopping. Because she had been traumatized, and seeking comfort in the aftermath of a near-death experience.
Taking advantage of that would have been unforgivable. So why did it feel like I made a terrible mistake?
I groaned and dragged myself out of bed. “I need a shower.” I muttered to myself.
When the cold water hit my skin, I hoped it would clear my head and cool the heat that still simmered in my blood at the memory of her body against mine.
It didn't help.
Even under the
