It had already been a while since Belle awoke in her own room, but still in a daydream she continued to stare at the ceilings above her.
In her mind every moment from last night felt like it was just a second ago, and her body still reacted any time she recalled his hands on her, the way he called her name, and how his hot breath fanned her bare skin.
Apart from the books she had read, Belle has now experienced what it felt like to be touched intimately.
Belle rolled in her bed just in time to hear her aunt call her name. "Annabelle," Her voice came again, this time closer to her room door.
Jumping out of bed, she answered, "Yes, Aunt Philippa."
Three knocks sounded on her doors before Philippa spoke again, "Come down for breakfast, dear." The doors fell open not long after.
"Are you sick?" The woman asked, concerned while placing the back of her hand on Belle's forehead to feel her temperature. "Your face is pale and red."
"Um…it must be the room." Belle hurried to say.
