Cora was escorted to a room within the packhouse. Her cheeks still burned. She had thought of Peirceton before, lying beside him, but she never dared think further. She was supposed to have more time to adjust. Time to understand herself and what she wanted. But she didn’t. And now, her mind wandered to how he would look without a shirt, how his lips might taste. She wanted to be in his arms, doing nothing, and everything. The more her thoughts drifted, the hotter her cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“What are you thinking about?” Tad asked with a smirk.
Cora nearly jumped, forgetting he was there. “N-nothing,” she muttered.
“Must be something. Your cheeks are bright red. Are you still thinking about what the Luna said about… love-making?” he teased, a playful grin spreading.
“Of cour
