Whispers of Deceit

HAZEL

Sleep refuses to come. I lie on my side, staring at the ceiling as the digital clock beside the bed ticks from 1:43 to 1:44. Every time I close my eyes, I feel Cade's mouth on mine, his hands cradling my face, and his forehead resting against my thigh.

I squeeze my eyes shut.

I'm engaged. In less than two weeks, I'm supposed to marry Cole. So why had I kissed another man? Not just a