Chapter 20 A Kiss That Shouldn't Mean Anything

• Aurelia stood in front of the mirror, toweling her damp hair as steam fogged the edges of the glass. Her skin still glowed from the heat of the shower, but the hollow sensation in her chest had nothing to do with temperature.
• She hadn’t slept much.
• Every time she closed her eyes, her body remembered things her mind couldn’t place. The weight of a touch. A scent she couldn’t name. A phantom ache she couldn't rationalize. It felt like loss. Like absence in her bones.