Scarlett POV
No way in hell was I climbing back into that bed with him. Jaxen wasn’t just an ex—he was toxic waste. Being anywhere near him felt like rolling around in a dumpster.
I lay there for a second, the cool air from the AC brushing my bare legs, then sat up with a sigh. Sleeping with no covering felt weird. I grabbed a thin throw blanket from the arm of the sofa, pulled it over me, and closed my eyes, willing sleep to come.
Fuck him. Let him rot in that gigantic bed by himself.
“Scarlett Ravencroft!”
His voice cut through the dark, sharp, and pissed. I pretended I didn’t hear it.
“Three minutes. Get your ass back in this bed,d or you’re gonna regret it.”
Back in the day, I was the one chasing him—apologizing, crawling back after every fight, desperate for his arms around me.
