NINA'S POV
I wake with an ache in my head and a dull throbbing between my thighs.
I must be ovulating. Surely I'm not thinking about Cassian f*****g Cross.
But my body is. It remembers everything, and it doesn't fail to remind me that I want—no—need more of it. Of him.
I was dreaming of him again. Why wouldn't I? His scent lingers in my nose like a wicked promise. I shouldn't have followed him into his secret room. I definitely shouldn't have hugged him.
But I did.
Now I can't stop thinking about the taut muscles of his chest pressing against mine.
I took a shower when I got home, and I wished more than anything that I could rinse out my brain.
Am I thinking about him so much because I hate him? This twitch in my thighs doesn't feel like hate.
I turn on my stomach and press
