Chapter 153
- Ava’s POV
- I woke to the unfamiliar weight of silk sheets and a deep, pleasant ache in muscles I'd forgotten I had. I was in our old bed, wearing one of Fabio’s white t-shirts that smelled of him, of soap and spice, and the scent of our lovemaking.
- Walking was a challenge, a sluggish, conscious process that sent reminders of his possession shooting through me with every step.