Amelia’s POV
Stretching, my eyes opened slowly as I took in my surroundings and it took me a while to finally realize that I was actually in my room.
My mind drifted off to what happened between Castriel and I and my heart fluttered as heat spread from my cheeks to my ears.
The thought of me begging him played back in my head and I tried to push it to the back of my mind along with the way Ashton had touched me.
My stomach curled at the memory but the last thing I wanted was to think about Ashton’s filthy hands on me and although it was hard, I was glad that I was able to get my mind off it with the thoughts of Castriel.
Everything started coming back to me and I found myself trying to convince myself that Castriel wasn’t so bad after all.
His touch was soft, his expression, his voic
