Rhea’s POV

I woke up in his bed and for a few seconds I didn’t move at all. The sheets still smelled like him and my body felt used in the most obvious way — sore between my legs, a dull ache in my thighs, and the faint sticky remnant of his cum still dripping out of me. His arm was draped across my waist and his chest stayed solid against my back while he slept, breathing slow and deep.

I looked around the room, and honestly, I should have left. He was my enemy after all— my ex boyfriend— so there was no point in staying back after getting...