KENDRA
I woke up to light spilling through heavy curtains, soft gold filtering into the vast room. For a moment, I had no idea where I was. The sheets beneath me were smooth, expensive silk, cool against my bare skin.
The faint scent of cedarwood lingered in the air, subtle yet rich. It wasn’t the smell of home, it was him. Pascal.
My heart gave a strange jolt as fragments of last night flooded me. The wedding. The silence of the car ride. The bedroom. His hands on my skin. His mouth trailing heat across my body until I was trembling and undone beneath him.
I sat up quickly, pulling the sheets around me as shame pressed into my chest. My pulse fluttered as if someone had caught me in the act. My hair was a mess, strands sticking to my damp temples, and my lips felt swollen, tender from
