Ava’s POV
I lay motionless, staring at the ceiling as the sound of the shower filled the silence. My body still trembled—every nerve alive, every thought tangled beyond repair. I pressed a hand against my chest, trying to steady the furious pounding of my heart.
What the hell just happened?
Orion’s kiss lingered on my lips, his touch branded into my skin like an inescapable mark. I could still hear the wicked satisfaction in his voice; ‘That, Mrs. Miller, is what you get for kissing another man.’
Anger flickered in me like a flame, burning through the haze of longing he left in his wake. Who did he think he was? Acting like he had the right to me—like I was something to possess.
I sat up, fists clenching the sheets. This couldn’t keep happening. I couldn’t keep letting him crawl back into my life, my bed, and my heart so easily. I wouldn’t.