Ava’s POV
The door clicked shut behind him and the whole room just… fell directly on me.
My legs turned to water sy the spot. I didn’t even fight it. I just crumpled, silk nightdress bunching up around my hips as I hit the edge of the bed and sat down. My hands were shaking so bad that I had to press them between my thighs.
That black card sat on my dressing table staring at me like it had its own eyes, like it knew every filthy secret that my body was still keeping.
My pulse was all over my body— my throat, wrists, and my p***y.
And I hated, hated, that last one the most.
Because Julian was right.
My body still remembered every single thing that my brain was screaming at me to forget. The slow drag of his huge hands over my breasts, the lazy circles of his thumbs around my h
