*Roanne’s POV*

It didn’t happen, that is what he wanted me to believe. My body was feverish yet he wanted to forget what he just did.

The warmth of his embrace and touch was still a tangible presence around me, when a rap at the door shattered the fragile shield Aaron had shared. He stiffened, and with a last glance at me, he disentangled himself from our tangle of limbs and crossed the room to answer.

"Blake," he said tersely as he swung the door ...