Later that night, Erin found herself tossing and turning beneath the soft sheets. Sleep refused to claim her. Every time she closed her eyes, she could still feel the heat of Xander’s arms around her from earlier, the steady strength in his hold, the calmness that replaced her fear. His embrace had erased the terror Will planted inside her, but it also stirred something else, something she was terrified to name.
This cannot go on, she whispered inside her mind as she clutched her pillow tightly. This is so wrong.
The more she tried to silence her heart, the louder it beat. She needed to talk to him. Perhaps if she confessed her confusion, if she let him know what she was feeling, then he could help her resolve it. Or maybe she was just fooling herself. Was it even wise to admit it? Her t
