Cecilia's pov
A cold numbness seeped into my chest, slowly smothering the warmth that had been there. I'd showered, changed into my sleep shorts, and settled into bed, determined to find some peace.
I closed my eyes and forced my breathing to even out, but the harder I tried to sleep, the more my thoughts--my lungs--were invaded by a certain devil I couldn't seem to exorcise.
I flipped onto my side with an irritated huff.
Time to set some ground rules, Cecilia. Rule number one: no more thinking about him! Tomorrow, my new motto would be Heart of Stone. Absolutely.
He was just a distractingly handsome man who smelled like trouble and expensive cologne and had shared my bed a handful of times. Not worth a sleepless night. Not worth the mental real estate.
I clutched my pillow tighter,
