Lila stirred awake, her eyes slowly adjusting to the soft light filtering through the room. As her vision cleared, she saw Axel in the corner, changing into fresh clothes. His bare back was to her, muscles flexing as he moved, the scratches on his wide back, a reminder of the night they had shared. She blinked, trying to process the reality of the situation. Her eyes shifted downward, catching sight of her exposed collarbone, where faint love marks still lingered—evidence of the intensity of the night.
Her breath caught in her throat. The marks on her skin weren't just physical; they were a reminder of how she had let her guard down, how she had given in. Lila's mind raced, replaying every moment, every kiss, and every touch. She felt a wave of disbelief wash over her—how had she allowed this to happen? Her carefully constructed facade had crumbled in an instant, and now she was left dealing with the aftermath. Blaming herself silently, her thoughts spiraled.
