17. My Ex

Nina

I wake up with a jolt, my skin flushed, my heart racing. Jaxon’s face lingers in my mind, his hands on my body, his voice in my ear. Fuck. It’s like my subconscious is torturing me with every memory, every touch. I close my eyes for a second, trying to calm the mess inside my head.

And then whack—I’m smacked in the head.

“What the hell!” I shoot up, blinking, and find Callie standing over me with her arms crossed, looking way too smug for someone who just assaulted me.

“Oh good, you’re awake,” she says, totally unbothered by the fact she nearly gave me a heart attack.

“Callie, what the fuck?” I rub my temple, still trying to shake off the dream and the unexpected wake-up call.

She tilts her head, narrowing her eyes at me. “You were making some interesting noises. Dreaming about your ex-husband, maybe?”

I scoff, quickly pulling the sheets up over my chest, suddenly self-conscious. “Hell no,” I lie, knowing full well she can probably smell the embarrassment all over me.

Callie rais