Chapter 32: Nose bleed
Beatrix didn’t know why but she had trouble sleeping.
Whenever she shut her eyes, her moment with Damien in the plane and at the living room replayed in her head in scorching, vivid detail.
It was almost sunrise when she managed to drift off. When she woke up the next day, the sunlight filtering through the shutters was already glaringly bright and hot on the skin.
Beatrix groaned when she checked the clock on the wall and saw it was well past noon.
She dragged herself out of bed and went for a quick shower.
She stood in front of the vanity in her underwear drying her hair and she couldn’t help staring at her body, trying to identify what was wrong with her. She subconsciously touched her lips in a daze.
When did she start developing these weird emotions?
Her cheeks turned red at the memories, a warm ache started between her legs and she briskly turned to shake the sensation away.
"Damien." Her voice quivered at his name and she wondered if he’d stayed up the night thinking about what had happened.
A part of her hoped he did, seeing how strained he was last night, but a voice in her head made a quick, harsh reminder that he must’ve touched and kissed a ton of women before-that’s why he didn’t kiss her.
He must probably think that she didn’t know how to kiss and that she was an awful kisser. He would be right though. It’s been so long since her last kiss with Rhys. She didn’t think she would remember how to move her mouth against his.