Waking the next morning, I lay upon the soft sheets of my bed. His scent still lingered, even after his long absence. Memories flooded my mind of the way he touched me – the way he kissed me. I was enraptured with the feeling of him upon my body, and I knew that the sinful thoughts shouldn’t be there, but I couldn’t help it. I didn’t want them to stop.

Running my fingers across my lips, I closed my eyes and smiled before slowly pulling myself from the bed.

Ethan had acted differently ...