ARIEL POV

Sleep deserted me abruptly, leaving behind a groggy and tired self. I pried myself off the bed and sat up. The previous night, suddenly appearing before my very eyes.

I remembered Ryan's fleeting,feather-light touches around my face and neck, his eyes staring into mine, the incredulous look on his face when he had felt the barrier of my innocence.

The way he spoke gently in my ears, to calm myself. It was a night I would never forget. It was blissful, pain first followed by pleasure.

I glanced sideways, as Ryan was not beside me. He was probably bathing. I gently lifted the duvet off my body, as...