Velvet’s POV

Zavian sat at his desk, his laptop open, headset on. I watched him from the bed, my body still humming from last night. Three hours of his medical class stretched ahead of him, and I had no choice but to sit quietly. But quiet wasn’t something my body agreed with.

I shifted under the blanket, curling slightly, feeling the warmth of him still linger on my skin. Every touch from last night and earlier this morning replayed in my mind. The memory of him pressing against me, of his hands, his lips—it was impossible to ignore. I wanted him, and I hated that I had to wait.

He...