Chapter Forty-One
Alicia's POV
I woke up feeling like I was drowning.
The room was unfamiliar. The sheets smelled like him. And his eyes were on me—dark, intense, watching me like I was something precious he'd finally captured.
A smile played on his lips. Satisfied. Victorious. Like he'd just won something he'd been fighting for.
Last night crashed through my memory in vivid, inescapable detail.
His hands on my skin. His mouth on mine. The way I'd surrendered completely. The way I'd begged him not to stop. The sounds I'd made. The things we'd done.
Oh God. What had I done?
Tears burned my eyes, blurring his face.
I watched his smile fade. Watched concern crease his forehead. But I couldn't focus. Couldn't breathe past the guilt crushing my chest.
I was married. Still married. Travis was unconscious in a hospital bed, and I'd spent the night in his brother's arms.
I was a cheater. Just like him. Just like the man I'd hated for two years.
How was I any better?
