FIFTY-FIVE
The next morning, Xan woke alone in her bed, her lips tender from so many kisses the night before. Her memories were perfectly clear, though they felt like a dream: last night Jason had asked her to marry him, and she'd agreed.
That was all he'd asked, though, which was why she'd slept in the guest room. After lying awake half the night, second-guessing herself, of course. No wonder her dreams had been filled with him – some of them erotic enough to make her blush when she saw him next.
It hadn't been like that with Jerome, of course. The night she'd said she wanted to travel the world while he finished his studies, he'd demanded that he agree to marry her, so she'd come back. Then he'd insisted they have s*x to seal the deal. That hadn't been anything to write a book about
