CHAPTER 7
Belle
I don’t remember how we got upstairs.
I recall that Carl had realized the meaning that I’ve never done anything like this before. He checked with me to make sure I wasn’t pushing myself into something because I was upset. Crushing on him even more for his caring, I insisted...and that smile he gave me, full of l**t.
Going back to my room, though, is a blur. I just remember his closeness, the scent of wood smoke clinging to him, the warmth of his body as his breath touched the back of my neck. I felt brazen, and a little bit scared.
My mother would never approve. She would be shocked, worried, demanding I reconsider. And that’s a bonus right now.
My mind stays out of focus on a happy, nervous, endorphin high, until the moment he pins me against the door of my suite and
