AUTHOR’S POV
After that session, Rhea could barely move. Her c**t throbbed with a dull, persistent ache that followed her everywhere. Rowan had to shower her down himself and put her to bed, quiet and careful about it in a way she hadn’t expected from him.
It was supposed to make her feel good, and parts of it had, but she was in too much pain to think straight, and still she couldn’t find it in herself to blame him. That bothered her more than the pain did.
When she went back to school, she told Lyra she’d fallen. Lyra didn’t believe her, not for a second, but she didn’t push. She knew Rhea well enough to know that when she was ready to talk, she would.
One weekend, Rhea sat in her room with her eyes fixed on the window, watching for any sign of Rowan. She hadn’t seen him since that d
