I let out a ragged breath and splashed cold water against my face. I tapped my cheeks softly, trying to force the bright flush down.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Camelia?" I mumbled to my reflection.

My mind drifted right back to Asher's office. I could still feel the weight of his hand sliding under my skirt, his fingers moving against my core, and the embarrassing way my body had melted for his touch. My skin burned just thinking about it. I felt like I was losing my mind, trapped between a heavy guilt and the lingering heat he had left behind.

I tucked a loose strand of...