Velvet’s POV

For the first time in weeks, I finally had a good night's sleep. I slept deeply. I'm certain that no amount of nice would wake me up.

No worries, no trouble.

Just warmth. Zavian’s warmth still lingering in my sheets, on my skin, in the memory of how he held me the night before.

I woke with a slow smile, showing how satisfied and content I was. My body still tingled with the memory of his hands, his mouth, the way he had whispered my name like it was something fragile and precious. For one night, I felt like his entire world.

But my peace and joy never...