Sapphire’s POV
The moment I opened my eyes, I felt the heavy silence of the hotel room, broken only by the faint hum of the air conditioner.
My body ached in ways I couldn’t explain, my skin still tingling with traces of what happened last night.
I turned my head slowly. Matthew was there, lying on his side of the bed, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Peaceful. Too peaceful, considering the storm he had left inside me.
I hated how my chest tightened at the sight of him, how I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the way a stray lock of hair fell across his forehead. He looked so calm, so composed… but I knew better. He was anything but harmless.
My cheeks heated as memories of last night rushed back the way he kissed me, the way I tried to resist, and the way I eventually
