Celeste woke up in the embrace of Zillon's scent. It had been calming, a great way to wake up until she remembered what he had done last night... The roughness that had been his touch, the wild desire that had laid with potency in his eyes and the words he had spewed without caution to her.
The memories came back to hit her like a brick, pushing away the calmness she once felt and replacing it with fear. Without even thinking about her actions, she jumped up on the bed, pulling the sheets over her even though she was already covered by clothes.
Her eyes searched the room, finding Zillon at the very edge of the bed, staring at her with a gaze that reflected nothing but lamentation. His hands were in his lap, his eyebrows knitted in shame. "You have every right to be scared of me and I und
