9
Margot woke even earlier than usual, opening her eyes and blinking at the faint half-light of pre-dawn. For a second or two, she couldn’t recall where she was, didn’t recognize the high ceiling or the long drapes at the window, so different from the wooden blinds in her own house. Then she realized she was sleeping in Lucas Wilcox’s home, and that he was just a door or two down the hall from her.
And with that realization came the recollection of the way he had kissed her the night before, of how solid and strong his body had felt pressed against hers. He could never know how close she’d come to not stopping him. In fact, now she was regretting that she had. Wouldn’t that be the best way to deal with the situation? Just let her emotions go for once, no matter what happened?
Even if no
