When Grace awoke, it wasn’t yet dawn. Disoriented, she wasn’t sure where she was until she felt the solid weight of someone against her back. Jaime. A blush flooded her cheeks, remembering everything that had happened. Every kiss, every touch, every feeling.
I slept with Jaime. I slept with Jaime.
She was torn between giddiness and terror. Giddiness, because it had been amazing, and terror, because it had been amazing and she would always have that as a basis for comparison. Not that she was planning on sleeping with a bunch of other men any time soon. If ever.
She sighed, turning so she faced him. He was still sleeping, and she watched him for a while. His dark hair was a mess, and stubble dotted his cheeks and jaw. She touched his hair, feeling the silky strands between her fingers. W
