----Sindy----
Sleep was impossible.
The moment Lorenzo walked away from my door, the silence he left behind pressed down on me like a weight. I shut the door quickly, leaning against it, my heart hammering so loud I thought the whole lodge might hear.
What was worse? The fear coursing through me, or the heat simmering beneath it?
I pressed my palms to my face, groaning softly. God, I hated this. I hated how alive I felt in this place. My skin tingled as if invisible hands brushed against me, my body still humming from the memory of his presence. Even when he wasn’t touching me, he was touching me.
And I hated myself more for wanting it.
I stalked across the room, throwing myself down on the bed. The furs were soft beneath me, too soft, making me sink down as if the lodge itself wante
