Once the heat of that day wore off and I remembered what I had done to Edward, I could barely look him in the eye.
He went right back to being the polished, restrained Edward everyone knew, always gentle and remote in public.
The only exception came at night, when he showed up at my door with hot cocoa.
With studied nonchalance, he would ask, "Does Miss Bennett need to work off any frustration tonight?"
God knew how tempting he looked in a V-neck silk robe with the bite mark still on his lip.
But I, Cheryl Bennett, wasn't so easily swayed.
I would drain the hot cocoa in one go and firmly shut Edward outside my room.
That night, he knocked as usual.
I raised my brows lazily, ready to cut him off with a flat "No" when Edward tipped his head toward the two people sitting on the sofa d
