Celia twisted on the blanket or at least aspired to. The sheets were tangled over her body, the blanket ruffled beneath her, but she was sure that it was none of them that restricted her movements. Xavier’s scent was strong beside her and the weight of his arm was prominent over her waist. It was him, the bastard who had hurt her feelings and her pride yesterday.
Opening her eyes, she squinted at his sleeping form. For a bastard, he looked innocent...well maybe not innocent, he looked like the devil he was, a hot monster that she really wanted to eat her up. He had always looked that way, since the very moment they met he had taken her heart in the palm of his hand and had yet to stop squeezing it.
She wished that the words he told her last night were true, she wished she could believe
