Chapter 118

• Claire's POV
• I stirred beneath the sheets, wincing at the dull throb in my temples. My limbs ached in that pleasant, exhausted way—half from the hangover, half from the fact that Nathan Shaw had thoroughly ruined me last night.
• I let out a slow exhale, the kind that carries memory with it. His hands, his mouth, the heat that lingered like a secret along my skin. I rolled over lazily, stretching my arm across the other side of the bed, expecting warmth, but—