Chapter Eight
Thea couldn’t stop trembling. It wasn’t the cold, considering she’d left her room so warm for the rabbit. And it wasn’t even because she wore only a towel.
It was because she’d never been kissed like that. No man had ever kissed her like he would consume her very soul. Anthony had kissed her and, in the process, had imprinted himself upon her like a brand.
She touched her kiss-bruised lips. It wasn’t like she was some innocent virgin. She’d had boyfriends, although she hadn’t dated much in the last few years, mostly because Fair Haven wasn’t great for dating. She’d lost her virginity in high school to her first boyfriend, and she’d enjoyed s*x with different men in her early twenties.
But this wasn’t about s*x. Not really. Oh, Anthony definitely wanted her—she wasn’t stup
