Midnight

While everyone slept, Amelia paced her room like a caged tiger. Just hours ago, she hadn’t even been able to walk without wincing, but after Eliana massaged her swollen feet, she felt better. Not that she’d said thank you. Gratitude didn’t live in Amelia’s chest.

But that wasn’t what kept her awake.

No, this was something else. Something burning deep inside her ribs.

The memory made her want to scream. The way they kissed. The way he touched her. It was like a scene from a dream she wasn't invited to.

And the worst part? It made her horny. So badly she wanted to pretend otherwise, but she couldn’t....