Chapter Twenty One
Annie's POV
When we finally pulled apart, we were both breathing hard. Grey’s eyes were still dark, searching for mine, his breath uneven. My heart hammered so hard I was sure he could hear it.
“I–I’m sorry. I–I’m just a bit tipsy. I… we should probably go to bed now,” I whispered, barely recognizing my own voice as I stood up.
He nodded slowly, “Yeah. You can go ahead while I clean up this mess.”
“O–Okay.”
I stood on shaky legs and walked to my room without looking back. The second the door closed behind me, I pressed my back against it, and covered my face with my palm. I could feel my cheeks getting hot. My whole body felt like it was on fire. What the hell just happened?
I could still taste the champagne from his lips. That made my thighs press together in
