CHAPTER 17

I yawned as I stretched my body, my limbs sore from sleep. The air was crisp and damp, the sound of heavy rain pounding against the windows filling the quiet room. The windows were shut, trapping the slight chill inside. I shivered slightly and pulled the blanket closer to my body before rubbing my eyes, trying to shake off the drowsiness.

Then it hit me.

Last night.

“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, pressing my hands against my face.

What the hell was wrong with me?

I replayed the events over and over in my head—the boldness, the way I had practically thrown myself at Heinrich, the way I begged him to touch me. Heat rose to my cheeks, and I groaned, flopping back onto the bed. What had gotten into me?

I had let my guard down, let my emotions and desires get the best of me. And now, I had to face him. God, I didn’t want to face him.