AMARIS
I did not know when I fell asleep but I woke up with a headache that felt like someone was taking a hammer to the inside of my skull.
The floor was cold against my naked skin and for a second I could not figure out why I was lying on hardwood instead of my perfectly good bed. Then the memories hit me all at once and I wanted to go back to sleep and never wake up.
Ryker.
Last night.
Everything.
I dragged myself up using the doorframe for support and my legs protested the movement, sore in places I did not know could be sore. Every step toward my bed reminded me of what we had done, of how thoroughly he had used my body and how willingly I had let him.
The mirror caught my reflection and I stopped.
I looked like absolute hell.
