CINDY’S POV
I tugged the duvet tighter, trapping what little warmth I could as the freezing sting of the AC crawled over my skin.
A low groan escaped me, my senses dragging themselves back from what was possibly the best sleep I’d had in three years.
Nothing—and I mean nothing—beats the luxury of stretching out my legs without waking up cramped.
My knees still throbbed faintly, which was expected considering I was still recovering… and that I’d been reckless enough to force myself into four-inch heels yesterday just to make the baddest entrance of my life.
Worth it.
Nailed it.
“I rolled over on the couch—thanks to ‘damn him’—and my cheeks heated instantly at the memory of his bratty smirks… and that kiss.
Not again, Cindy.
I yanked the duvet over my head and kicked my legs out acr
