Fiona’s POV

I woke with a dull, throbbing ache behind my eyes—My mouth tasted salty and shameful.

For a long second, I lay still, staring at the ceiling, trying to piece together everything that happened yesterday. The fight with Jalen. The way he’d looked at me like I was nothing.

The memory hit like ice.

I turned my head, Jude was still asleep beside me, chest rising and falling slowly, one arm flung across the pillow. His dark hair was messy. Lips slightly parted. He looked ...