Chapter 11
Emilia woke up with her phone under her pillow and her mouth still remembering him.
That was the first problem.
The second was last night’s dress hanging off the chair like it had something to say. The third was the dull ache at her temple, the leftover from sleeping wrong after the concussion. The fourth was the text on her lock screen.
Nate:
Did you get home okay?
That was it. No joke. No “about last night.” Just that.
She stared until the screen went dark, then tapped it awake and stared some more.
Her thumb hovered.
Yeah.
I’m fine.
We shouldn’t have done that.
She locked the phone and flipped it face-down.
The kiss came back in pieces anyway. His hand in her hair. The railing in her back. That sound she made when his mouth found her neck. The look on his face
