FREYA'S POV
The penthouse feels too big when I am alone.
I sit on the kitchen floor for a while longer before finally standing. My legs are shaky. My whole body still hums with need. With want.
I need a shower. Need to wash away the feeling of Adrian's hands on me. His mouth. The way he made me fall apart with barely any effort.
Except I do not want to wash it away. That is the problem.
I want to hold onto it. Want to climb into bed and remember every touch. Every word. Every sound he pulled from me.
Instead I force myself upstairs. Back to the guest room. The space Adrian gave me because he knows I need distance. Need time.
But right now distance feels like torture.
The bathroom is still as ridiculously fancy as yesterday. All marble and gold. I turn on the shower. Wait for the w
