~Isabel~
Morning light hit me like a slap through the curtains. I groaned and buried my face in the pillow, but when I shifted, something stopped me.
My body felt different. Sensitive.
A soft relaxing warmth lingered in my veins, and then it all came rushing back.
William. Here. In my room. His hands on me.
I shot upright, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my ears. My eyes snapped to the nightstand. There sat a glass of milk and a plate of cookies, cold and completely untouched.
My breath caught. It wasn’t a dream? It had to be. The way he touched me, the heat of his skin, the way I’d practically begged for more… it was too vivid, too real to be anything but a fantasy my own starved brain had cooked up.
I dragged my hands over my face, heat crawling up my neck and burnin
