Staring at the ceiling, my body still tinged from the aftermath. Sweat beaded down my skin and onto the mattress under me, Zaine’s arm having been thrown over my waist while he’d tucked his body into mine.

His breath was light against my neck, his face still buried there from when he’d come. I came back into myself slowly.

“I didn’t know…”

I turned my head slightly, brushing my ear up against the tangled mess of his ...