Sydney
By the time I woke up, I knew he was gone. The whole night almost seemed like a surreal dream. For a minute, I almost thought it was—that I’d just made up the entire thing in my head. But the soft remnants of pleasure still curling through my body said otherwise.
Jolting upright, I ran my fingers through my hair, the tangles catching at the ends. There was no way last night had happened. No, damn way. It had been stupid and irrational, no matter what advice my brother gave. Because I was pretty sure that, when he’d told me to sleep with Noah, he meant at his house so I could sneak around after. Not screw him in my house where I couldn’t get any information.
I’d been so damn stupid.
The space beside me was still warm, which meant Noah had just left. Not that I cared. I should
