Fiona’s POV

I sat on the edge of my bed for a long time, staring at the bouquet of red roses on the table. Their sweet scent clung to my nose, almost mocking the chaos in my chest. My pussy still twitched from the thought of Austin's touch, from the way his fingers had drawn pleasure out of me so gently, yet my mind kept drifting back to Jalen.

A few hours later, I heard my phone buzz as I walked to the table where the flowers were seated, quickly dusting some dust off my hands before ...