Ariana's POV
I woke up sore.
Not in a bad way.
The kind of ache that lingered deep in my thighs and hips, in the soft stretch of my muscles when I moved. Like my body remembered every inch of him. Every thrust. Every kiss. Every whispered groan in my ear.
Roman.
His side of the bed was cold. Sheets rumpled. He was gone.
But on his pillow, right beside mine, was a note.
A simple white piece of paper.
"Wear something that covers my marks. Or don’t. Your choice."
My lips parted. Heat curled low in my belly. I touched the fading bruises he left along my collarbone, the ghost of his mouth still burning in my skin.
God.
I wasn’t the same girl I was yesterday.
And I didn’t know how to pretend otherwise.
Getting dressed felt like a task. Everything reminded me of him. The way he tugg
