I slowly woke in the dimly lit room. I sat up and realized I was back in my bed. Massaging my temples and rubbing my eyes, I gasped as the memories of what had happened flooded my mind. My cheeks flushed, and my body still trembled from my encounter with Damien.
I asked myself, "Did… did we really do it?"
Suddenly, the creak of the door behind me broke the silence. My heart skipped a beat as the Mate Pull surged through my system. I turned slowly, and there, standing in the doorway, was Xavier. He leaned casually against the doorframe, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me with a small, knowing smile. His piercing eyes roamed over me, lingering on my disheveled state, flushed cheeks, and parted lips.
"My gorgeous mate," he drawled. "You seem… breathless."
