AYLA
My mouth felt as dry as dried wood. I was thirsty.
And fucking hungry like someone had removed something large from my stomach.
I peeled my eyes open slowly, adjusting to the darkness in the room. My head still felt light. It was like the alcohol content in my blood was higher than the water I'd drank in two days.
I felt wasted and sobered at the same time.
My eyelids felt heavy, the sunlight from outside was locked out by the heavy curtains.
Everywhere was dark but somehow I could tell this wasn't the apartment I shared with Millie. It smelled masculine, clean, comfortable, and him.
I guess I was going to have to get used to not just lusting after him but living with his scent on my skin.
I pulled my hand to my face, to push back my ruffled hair when that familiar tingle made the hair on my nape stand.
I froze when a heavy presence told me I wasn't alone.
I felt that familiar invisible string pull my insides—something my body was beginning to do frequently.
