"And while you're at it, think about this."
It's been three days since he kissed her.
Three days of endless rewinding, replaying, reliving the softest lips she's ever felt against her own.
Supple and sweet, full of wanton desire and who is she to deny she didn't enjoy it? That it didn't cause tsunamis in her blood and earthquakes in her heart.
Charles.
She's wide awake now. Blankets half on in that indecisive are you hot or cold manner, because the air is chilled, but his hands have left prints of fire that's spreading from her cheeks to her waist, burning her in the most carnal way she's ever experienced. And those eyes, those eyes that never stopped reading hers, piercing into the deepest chapters of her heart, have left an afterimage, following wherever her eyes wander. Even when she closes them, his eyes are there. Bright and blue. Yearning for her.
She wants to kiss him again. She wants to live the moment, not just relive the moment. And it's bad. So so bad because Josh, sweet Josh wants her back. And while he's reawakened a part of her that was buried six feet under, he doesn't make her veins feel like sparklers, he doesn't make her heart loud as thunder. Charles does.
It's almost scary. How quickly he's dug in her heart. But she wants him. And she can't deny it anymore.