Chapter twenty one.
NATALIE POV
The first thing I felt was warmth.
Not the room. Not the duvet.
Arms.
Warm and solid and wrapped around me from behind, steady and certain like they had been there all night and had no intention of moving.
I lay still for a moment.
My eyes were open but my brain was still catching up. Fragments of last night were floating somewhere just out of reach — the club, the lights, the warmth that had moved through my body like something foreign and frightening. The car. Sebastian's voice close and steady.
The tub.
I shifted slightly.
I was in his shirt.
I looked down slowly. His shirt. And a clean pair of underwear that was not mine.
I frowned.
I tried to piece it together. The sequence of events. What I remembered and what I didn't. What was real and w
