MAYA
I woke to sunlight spilling across my pillow like warm honey. For a moment, I just lay there, blinking at the ceiling, waiting for the usual fire to claw through my veins. Nothing. There was just a low simmer, yes, horny, but it was manageable.
What did Xander do to me?
I stretched, curling my toes. His scent was all over the sheets and on me. My cheeks heated. Don’t think about his hands. Don’t think about his hands. Damn me, all I can do is think about his hands!
Shaking my head, I got up, put on some clothes, and went downstairs.
I found Nanny at the stove, staring into a pot that was starting to smoke. Her eyes were distant, as if she were thinking about something.
“Nan, I slept like a baby.” I picked up an apple and bit into it. “Is it afternoon already?”
No answer.
“Nann
