Amelia didn’t know how long she stayed pressed against Andrew’s chest, her body still humming with the aftermath of pleasure. His arms remained firmly around her, holding her close as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go. And maybe she wasn’t ready either.
But she had to be.
She pulled back slightly, lifting her gaze to meet his. Andrew’s expression was unreadable, a flicker of something in his dark eyes that disappeared before she could name it.
“We should get dressed for dinner,” she murmured, her voice unsteady.
A slow smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You sure you don’t want to stay in?”
She rolled her eyes, stepping away from him. The air between them felt charged, as if the moment had left an imprint neither of them knew how to erase.
Amelia grabbed her wrapar
