Chapter 54

Morning light seeps through the curtains, cool and pale. I let out a yawn and stretched my arms before I stood up and folded my blanket replaying the scene last night.

Not the reception where I was being the talk of town, not when Celia spilled my dress, but rather the moment Darius's mouth was on mine and the way he helplessly clung to me on my shoulder, inhaling my scent while waiting for him to