The door slams. The noise is more jarring than any buzzing alarm clock. I jerk up in bed, pushing the blankets off me. I scramble off, trying my best not to disturb Kellan. Grabbing my clothes, I cringe knowing that Nate had seen this dress, seen my shoes.
They'd have to be burned.
What the f**k was I thinking? Why did I come here? My eyes drop to the bed as I clamber around the room pulling on clothes. I don't know where to look, where to focus. Kellan's only marginally covered by the blankets. He's beautiful. An Adonis among men, his chest gently raises and lowers, the muscled body looking soft for the first time. His biceps swell as if he's readying for a punch in his dream. The dark lashes resting on his cheeks flutter angrily and his lips part to let out a strained grunt. I recogniz
