Jaselyn's POV
The chirping of birds by my window jolts me out of sleep and I wince at the strong ache in my back.
I rub my sore back and wipe my eyes, trying to regain my bearings and that's when it happens— flashes of a passionate night, the Alpha's ministrations and the way he looked when he climaxed.
My aching back is forgotten in an instant as I clamp my hands to my burning face. Now that I'm not drunk on ecstacy, all of it feels so embarrassing I could die.
“I recall you not feeling that way when it happened.” Nila teases and I flush again.
“You're not helping!”
It's so weird. Why do I even feel this way? It's not like I have any feelings for him, not anymore at least. It's just s*x and that's all it's supposed to be. Well that's what I thought until he suddenly flipped the swi
