I wake up tangled in sheets that smell like cedar, spice, and danger, and immediately feel the urge to bolt.
Oh.My.God.I didn’t.
Only yes, I did.
And if the ache between my thighs is anything to go by, I did a damn good job, too.
My heart is racing, my limbs are sore in all the best ways, and my brain is screaming something betweenOMG,you just slept with your bodyguardandyou just slept with your bodyguardare you absolutely insane, Sabrina Rosetto?
It’s Sunday morning.
Church morning.
Faculty lunch afterward.
And I’m not going.
I slide out of Theo’s enormous bed as quietly as I can, wincing when the sheet gets caught under his arm and tugs.
I don’t care.I need it.
Determined now, I pull it free and wrap it around myself, wincing as I step on a squeaky floorboard.
He still doesn’t stir.
Just keeps sleeping like a carved Greek statue, perfectly still and unfairly gorgeous.
I pad into the sleek, stone-tiled bathroom and shut the door softly behind me, exhaling like I just escaped a crime scene.
Leaning over the sink, I stare at my reflection.
My hair’s a mess.
There’s a bite mark on my collarbone.
And I’m glowing like someone who just had very, very satisfying sex.
Oh shit.
What the hell am I doing?
I was supposed to be staying out of trouble.
Just keeping my head down.
Avoiding relationship messes of any kind.
And trying to stay safe despite this shit my brother dragged me into like it’s his full-time job.
Instead, I’ve got a protective, emotionally intense man sleeping in the other room who just made me feel more cherished and desired in one night than I’ve ever felt in my entire life.
And I like it.
That’s the terrifying part.
Because what happens when he moves on?
You’ll be left alone and heartbroken, that’s what!
