Ava’s POV
The bedroom was pretty quiet, just the low sound of the air conditioner and my breathing— ragged, and shaky. I was sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled up my knees tight to my chest, and the stupid straps of my nightdress kept slipping down my shoulders.
The silk felt cool against my skin, but it wasn’t doing any s**t for how hot and messed up I felt inside.
Julian.
God, his name just wouldn’t leave my head. It just kept looping there, over and over, like one of those annoying songs you hate but can’t stop humming even though it drives you nuts.
“If only you could remember.”
I could still hear him saying it, that low, rough voice from his office earlier today. Like he knew some huge secret that I didn’t. Like he had this piece of me that I’d lost somehow in my life and h
