Lena felt the morning sun before she saw it.
It seeped through the pale curtains of her bedroom, spilling golden light across the sheets. Her body ached in a way that reminded her it hadn’t been a dream. The soft throbbing between her thighs. The tingling in her lips. The warmth that still lived just beneath her skin.
Last night had been real.
So real she could still taste his name on her tongue.
Jace.
She sat up slowly, wrapping the sheets around her chest as if someone might see what she’d done. As if guilt had physical hands that would crawl under her skin and rip it away.
But there was no shame.
Only longing.
And confusion.
What now?
She padded into the bathroom, her reflection in the mirror softer than usual, a little more raw. There were faint marks on her neck—his mouth. H
