When Vanessa woke up the next day, the first thing she noticed was Raffaele’s arm wrapped around her. Feeling the familiar sparks on her skin made her smile, but only until she remembered why she wasn’t at home, but in his bedroom in the packhouse instead. Her mother.
Even though she was lying under a thick duvet, and her mate’s body heat radiated from him behind her, she suddenly felt cold to the core. Pictures of yesterday evening came rushing back to her, and all she wanted to do was delete them from her memory.
Raffaele must have felt that she was awake and distressed, because he gently pulled her closer to him and tried soothing her before he even opened his eyes. She tried to shove everything away and focus on him, on the way the hair on his arms tickled her tummy that got exposed
