Wedding Night (2)

Melanie wanted to curse as she stared at the ceiling, her mind spinning. She'd lost her mind. That had to be the only explanation. Why else would she have nearly thrown herself at Adam Collins like some reckless fool? She wanted to take a deep breath and curse but was quite aware of the person lying next to her on the bed. No.

She needed to keep her distance( how was she supposed to do that when they were sleeping on the same bed, she had no idea) and maintain a clear boundary between them. He had been right about one thing—she had been so sure that he wouldn't touch her. And yet…

Even now, she could still feel the heat of his lips against her shoulder, a lingering warmth that refused to fade. It was ridiculous. It was just a kiss—barely even that—but her skin still tingled, as if branded by his touch. Thankfully, she'd regained her senses at the last possible moment and stepped away. Or rather jumped away but that semantics.