I didn't sleep at all.

Every time I closed my eyes, I felt Xander's hands on my waist, tasted him on my lips and heard that low groan he'd made when I touched him.

So I stopped trying to sleep and just lay there in the dark, staring at the ceiling and hating myself.

A knock on my door at seven in the morning made me jump. I'd been so lost in my thoughts I hadn't heard footsteps in the hallway.

"Mrs. Grey?" Pete's voice came through the door.

"You awake?"

I pulled the covers up higher, ...