Selina’s POV
Aaron’s taste was still on my tongue when I woke up.
The memory hit me in a slow wave…his grip, his breath, the way his mouth claimed mine like he was both punishing me and begging for me at the same time, which was very out of character for Aaron.
I lay there for a moment, staring at the ceiling, trying to steady my breathing as my pulse throbbed in my throat. My heart felt like it was trying to crawl out of my chest.
My lips were swollen. There was a faint bruise on my neck that I spent ten minutes trying to cover with concealer before giving up.
My fingers kept brushing over it, as if touching it would somehow tame the heat curling low in my stomach.
My entire body felt like it was vibrating at a frequency only I could hear…like my nerves had been rewired overnight
