Chapter Nineteen
The moonlight shone through the curtains when Cecilia blinked awake, still tucked into Trace's embrace. Beneath her ear, his heart beat steady and strong. Unable to resist, she feathered her fingers across his perfectly chiseled chest. His abs were made for l*****g, something she added to her list of activities for when he awakened. But for the moment, she was content to admire without being caught. Trace... complicated things. For starters, it was getting harder and harder to stay suspicious of him when he literally swept her off her feet. Her friends liked him, but most importantly the guys respected him. She'd learned young that the latter was far more important. Her father had been a notorious charmer, but it was only after he left town that she discovered no one real
