Scarlett's POV.
The air between us was thick, charged and chaotic. I was still pressed against him, lips swollen from the kiss we'd shared, my heart galloping at a pace that felt dangerous.
But my thoughts had gone elsewhere. Backward. To that one night I never fully remembered. A shadowed hotel room, a stranger with burning blue eyes and quiet desperation in his touch.
Now, here he was again. Or so I believed. I prayed I was wrong, my nerves seeping into my voice.
"Ace..." I breathed, pulling away slightly, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes opened, lazy with desire. "Hmm?"
"Ace," I whispered again, almost too scared to voice out the question as I searched his eyes. "That night… in that hotel… at club Vespera. Were you the man I-" the question cut short, unable to fully bring it to life.
He blinked slowly, like he was catching up. Then his expression shifted. Still hazy, but now unreadable.
"I knew it." I breathed.
