Chapter 14 The Art Of Seduction

• Piper's
• Throughout the night, sleep evades me like a cruel joke. My bed is comfortable—too comfortable, actually. Yet every time I close my eyes, Elijah’s face is there. His smirk, the warmth of his lips on my cheek, the way he said, “Dream of me.” It’s like he’s haunting me, and I’m not even mad about it.
• By 3 a.m., I give up. Grabbing my phone, I scroll mindlessly, and there it is—Adam’s name glowing on the screen. Missed calls. Messages. Voice notes. My stomach twists, but this time, it’s different.