The first thing I felt when I woke up was the ache between my legs. It wasn't painful it just felt ... different, like a part of me had been quietly, irrevocably rearranged. My eyes blinked open slowly, heavy with sleep and something darker. Confusion. Regret. I stared up at the unfamiliar ceiling, it was a smooth expanse of white broken by the angular lines of recessed lighting and the distant skyline beyond a curtainless wall of glass.
Ivana what have you done!
Last night had felt different than I had imagined, it was too intimate, too slow. The way he whispered my name like it meant something. But maybe that was just part of the illusion, too.
The scent of cedarwood and s*x clung to the silk sheets tangled around my limbs. My skin still tingled where his hands had been, where his mou
