The lights in the bedroom were already out. Beside her, Yuri Sinclair seemed to be asleep, his breathing steady and even.
The scene with Yuri Sinclair from earlier kept flashing through Ashley Bowen's mind.
Yuri Sinclair had been like a ferocious beast, and she, his inescapable prey.
She slowly curled into a ball, wrapping her arms around herself.
After tonight, she finally and completely understood the physical intimacy between a man and a woman. She could no longer be the clueless little girl she once was, and she could no longer use the excuse that she'd been too drunk to remember anything the last time.
This time, the sensations were painfully real, seared into her memory.
Ashley Bowen turned over gently, gazing at Yuri Sinclair's sleeping face in the darkness. He was still just as handsome.
But the savagery from moments ago was gone. Now, he was quiet.
Ashley Bowen stared at him without blinking, as if trying to see him for who he truly was.
