(Sasha's POV)
The room was dimly lit, the only source of light coming from the city skyline outside the large window.
I lay in Kyle's arms, my head resting against his bare chest, listening to the rhythmic sound of his breathing.
The scent of whiskey and sweat lingered in the air—a reminder of what had just happened between us.
His arms were wrapped around me, warm and secure and his skin pressed against mine.
Anyone looking in from the outside would think we were just another couple, tangled in the afterglow of passion.
But they would be wrong.
This wasn't love.
At least, not for me.
I lay there in his embrace, staring at the ceiling, feeling his heartbeat against my back. And I remembered how it all began.
How she had everything.
How she had stolen everything from me without even realizing it.
Ayra.
I squeezed my eyes shut, my mind drifting back to the first time I met Kyle.
