~SCARLETT.

"What do you mean you left?" Lily's fork, speared with a piece of bacon, froze midair. Her brows shot up in disbelief as she stared at me.

Sighing, I stabbed my pancake with unnecessary force. "Exactly that. I left."

We sat at one of the resort's outdoor restaurants, the ocean stretching endlessly before us. The salty breeze tangled with the scent of fresh coffee, but none of it soothed the restless heat still simmering beneath my skin.

I replayed the night over and over: the way my ...