Adina couldn't sleep.
She couldn't even blink.
Not even with her face buried in the scratchy pillow, not with the blanket pulled over her head like some armor to protect her from the memory of the library. The kiss replayed in her mind like a curse. Over and over and over again.
Every time she closed her eyes, she felt it—
Thorne's mouth on hers. His hot breath.
The way his hands had roamed her body like she was something he'd lost and didn't think he'd find.
She squeezed her eyes closed, remembering the way he'd gripped her body, the way his scent permeated through the air, how thick it was and how the only thing she could breathe in was it.
And the worst part? She kissed him back. With just as much intensity, like a touch-starved woman.
Her heart pounded against her ribs just thinking about it. And that scared her more than anything. She didn't want to want him, not when he'd rejected her so cruelly. Not when she'd sworn she would let go.
