Evelyn Stone

I woke up with a jerk; the warmth of the morning sun hit my face as I scrambled off the bed, wondering how I had slept so deeply and forgotten to wake up. There was so much on my to-do list for today, and the first thing on that list was returning to my room before Shelly or Anne got a hint that I didn't sleep in my room last night.

With the way I had stormed off, I didn't expect that I would end the night in the very arms of the man I was angry with. He had handled me well ...