Alone With The Guy I Still Love

POV: Sloane

I smoothed my hands over Kaelen’s freshly washed t-shirt, folding it neatly before setting it on the small stack resting on the edge of my coffee table. The hum of the washing machine had faded hours ago, leaving my apartment in a suffocating, heavy silence. My body still ached with a deep, delicious soreness from the sexually explosive night I had just spent with him. It had been raw