Ash's POV
I walked the hallway, Rowan's hurt look still lingering.
Every step echoing too loud in the empty corridors, my mind replaying last night over and over, the way I’d been on my knees, the way I’d taken him in, the way I’d swallowed him down, regret and shame twisting in my gut but also that strange peace and yearning and pride I couldn’t shake, couldn’t admit, telling myself I was a hurtful liar, I’d lied open eyes to Rowan, accused him of what I didn’t even care for.
Was I so afraid to admit I’d in fact liked every part of it? The way he’d worshiped me with his groans, his eyes, his words, the way he’d moaned my name like it was the only thing anchoring him to the world, the way his body had shuddered and collapsed because of me, because of what I did to him.
No, but still h
