Selina’s POV
I woke to sunlight streaming through the windows.
For a moment, I was disoriented, my body pleasantly sore in ways it had never been before.
Then the memories came flooding back…Aaron kneeling before me, his mouth on my skin, the way he’d worshipped every inch of me with a devotion that had made me feel like a goddess.
Heat flooded my cheeks.
I’d done that. We’d done that.
I stretched, feeling my muscles protest in the most delicious way. The silk sheets slid against my bare skin, and I realized I was wearing one of his shirts. He must have dressed me after I’d fallen asleep.
The thought made my chest warm.
A note sat on the nightstand in his very clean handwriting: I had to go downstairs. Couldn’t risk questions. Your dress is cleaned and in the closet. Take your tim
