When Sera woke up the next morning, the memories of the previous night flooded back, her cheeks burned a vivid pink. The lingering sensations from Eric's touch were still alive on her skin. Benedict hadn't been kidding when he warned her about the awakening of desires.
She tried to roll out of bed quietly, but fate had other plans. The moment her body shifted, Eric's arm shot out, a possessive gesture that sent shivers down her spine. "Hey angel," he murmured. "Hi. Just heading down to make breakfast," she replied, hoping her voice didn't betray the turmoil inside her.
"Hmmm…" His lips grazed her neck, igniting a fire that made her pulse race. "Are we going to talk about last night?" The very thought of it made Sera want to curl up and hide from the world. She buried her face in the sheets, desperately trying to drown out the heat pooling in her core. "Please no."
"There is something weird going on between us, Sera, and I cannot put my finger on it."
"What?" she managed.
