~SCARLETT.

I lay flat on my stomach, chin resting on my crossed arms, staring at the scratched-up headboard in front of me. I'd been fixating on those faded streaks in the wood for four days straight because if I didn't, I'd start thinking about other things. Dangerous things.

Like Liam's hand.

My body still remembered every inch of it, burned into me like a brand. After he left me on the floor, I didn't move for ten solid minutes. Couldn't. I just lay there, heat pulsing through every nerve ...