Aria sat on the cold bathroom floor, her knees pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them. The silence in the room was deafening, only interrupted by the soft dripping of water from the still-running tap.
She stared blankly ahead, her breath shaky.
“I’m losing my mind…” she whispered again, barely audible.
Her thoughts were a storm. One moment, she felt the ghost of Marco’s lips on hers, the way he held her like he still owned her. The next moment, she saw Damian’s intense eyes, his confusing kindness, his rage, his presence. Both men filled her head like a poison she couldn’t flush out.
Aria splashed cold water on her face again, trying to wash away the heat Marco left on her skin, the way his hands gripped her waist, the desperate way he kissed her, the way her body had
