Aria

I didn’t know how to speak.

Not with the weight of him still on my skin. Not with my heartbeat still stuttering in my ears. Not with everything we’d just done still echoing through my body like an aftershock I hadn’t been ready for.

The air in the room felt too still. Too real.

I didn’t look at him. I couldn’t.

Instead, I slid out of the bed as quietly as I could, my feet hitting the cold floor with a muted thud.

Every muscle in my body ached in that sweet, stretched way. I ...