Guilt or Something Worse

GIOVANNI’S POV I stared at the ceiling of my bedroom, watching as the morning light slipped in through the curtains. Sleep had been impossible. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Arya moving against me with desperate need, and making sounds that had nearly destroyed my self-control. I did the right thing by stopping. Because she had been traumatized, and seeking comfort in the aftermath of a near-death experience. Taking advantage of that would have been unforgivable. So why did it feel like I made a terrible mistake? I groaned and dragged myself out of bed. “I need a shower.” I muttered to myself. When the cold water hit my skin, I hoped it would clear my head and cool the heat that still simmered in my blood at the memory of her body against mine. It didn't help. Even under the freezing spray, I could feel the sensation of her hands in my hair, and her thighs moving against my hips, "Cazzo," I muttered, turning the water even colder. By the time I dressed in a simple dark jeans a