Chapter 5
Clara heard the water of the shower. At least she thought it was the shower. She refused to open her eyes for a few moments more.
Sleep last night had been amazing.
Well, that wasn’t true. She giggled and peeked to see the bathroom door was closed. She stretched and admitted to herself she hadn’t done much sleeping--and it had been so much better than her imagination.
Seriously.
The books were wrong. She wasn’t sore, but empowered. Her skin was sensitive and yet she wanted to be touched. Astorre strode out of the bathrobe, wrapped in a towel around his waist, his face taut. “Astorre, what’s going on?”
He waved his hand like she needed to move as he said, “Get dressed. Let’s get you to Avce to see your new home.”
So much for morning kisses. Then again, this wasn’t love and
