I’d bared my heart the previous night to a man who was nothing more than a passing ship in the night. I scrubbed a hand over my jaw and, for the hundredth time since waking up, tried to shed the memories of having Aslan in my bed again. Every moment played on repeat, and I couldn’t shake it off. I would never tell him, but I was kind of sad he hadn’t added a second notch to my bedpost.
