~ NYSSA
I tossed and turned in bed, willing Rowan's scent to leave my nose, but no matter how hard I tried, it remained ingrained in my mind.
Long after I'd climbed into bed and turned off the lights, the feel of his hands protecting me, his scent surrounding me and the heat from his intense gaze. If I didn't know any better, I would say that Rowan wanted me, but that had to be false… right?
He had done nothing but antagonize me since I arrived. Most times, he barely paid attention to me, but that look couldn't be faked. I knew what want looked like, and that was exactly what I saw in his eyes last night.
When I managed to sleep, it was fitful, and I woke up in a sweat with the feeling of phantom hands over my skin and a coarse voice by my ears. My cheeks were flushed, my bed soaked with sweat and something else that I'd rather not think about.
I dragged myself to my feet with a groan, trying to ignore the pounding headache that threatened to consume me.
