The Incest

Chapter Twenty Three

Cora’s POV

Ugh. Morning.

The sunlight was way too bright, slipping through the curtains like it had a personal grudge against me. I groaned and pulled the blanket over my head, pretending maybe, just maybe, I could hide from reality for one more minute.

Then I heard him.

Xavier.

Soft movements — a zipper, the quiet rustle of clothes. He was already up. Of course he was. Always the composed one. Always too damn calm.

I peeked from under the blanket, instantly regretting it. He was standing by the mirror, rolling up the sleeves of his shirt. The morning light caught the side of his face, and ugh, my stomach did that stupid thing again.

“Morning,” he said, voice low, casual, like nothing had changed. Like last night hadn’t happened — or almost happened.

“Yeah,” I muttered, grabbing my