CASSANDRA
I skip breakfast.I skip lunch. I haven’t been able to think about anything all day.
Anything other than Rhett.
I sit at on the edge of my velvet window seat, one leg hanging lazily off. I’m still wearing the silk white nightgown I slept in as I gaze out the window at the misty day, arms crossed over my chest. I can’t decide if I am cold or hot. The weather is chilly, but my heart has been pounding all day, driving a warmth through my body.
That’s all Rhett’s fault too.
He kissed me.
He kissed me like I belonged to him. Like he couldn’t breathe without me. He leaned in, nearly hypnotizing me with that gorgeous face, and grabbed me like I was delicate and dangerous all at the same time. And his lips confirmed to me what I already thought I knew: that he wants me just as much
