KATHERINE’S POV
Morning sunlight slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting golden streaks across my bare skin. I blinked against the light, groaning softly as I pulled the blanket closer around me. For a long minute, I didn’t move…I just lay there, feeling the warmth, the strange peace that came after a storm.
And then it all came flooding back.
Arius. His touch. His voice. The way he whispered against my neck like he owned the air I breathed.
God…
I shut my eyes and tried to stop thinking, but it was too late. Every second of last night replayed in slow motion… his hands sliding over my body like he knew every inch of me already, his breath mingling with mine, the roughness and tenderness all tangled together.
And the way he looked at me afterward… calm, composed, as if what
