AYLA
I woke up to the kind of silence that felt like I was in a fairytale world.
My eyes fluttered open slowly. For five seconds, everything felt like it was floating.
Except it wasn't.
I felt like a normal person waking up on just another normal day in a comfortable bed in a warm, cozy room.
Golden sunlight bled in through heavy curtains, and my nose, pressed to my shoulder, picked up the scent of masculine cologne.
His cologne.
I remembered yesterday; not entirely, but the memory came back in flashes.
The happy pill; I was going to kill Gia after now.
The meeting with the Morettis that didn't happen.
The ride.
The crazy stunt I pulled in the car.
Then the beach, and me running off barefoot like I had no care in the world.
The taste of him still lingered on my tongue—heat, intoxicating and accepting.
Every part of me ached like I'd been ravaged, skinned, and sucked from the inside out.
