-Jaxon-

I didn’t sleep.

Not a damn minute.

She’d left my bed sometime after midnight, slipping out like what we’d just done was some accident she had to run from. I came back into my room after she left, laid on the bed staring at the ceiling, still tasting her on my lips, still feeling the heat of her skin on mine. My hands smelled like her hair. My sheets smelled like her body. And my head… my head was a mess.

I should’ve been satisfied. I’d wanted her for months. And now, I’d had her. But instead of feeling like I’d won, it felt like I’d been robbed.

She...