It was hard for her to discuss anything like this.
Dylan's closeness was distracting, and her ability to think plummeted.
"Dylan, don't!" Her voice came out soft and weak. This felt even worse than having the flu.
Her face was burning, as if she really had a fever.
Nancy Hughes was terrified of getting too close to Dylan Heston. She was afraid he'd suddenly turn into a wild beast and devour her whole.
They had already shared a night of passion, but she'd been drunk. She was the one who couldn't remember the details, yet she was also the one who had been lost in the moment.
Nancy pressed her head against Dylan's chest. He thought she was being shy, but in reality, she was terrified.
They took a break from each other. Nancy sat in the room, watching the man standing on the balcony, smoking.
The frantic beating in her chest refused to calm. She looked down and saw the messy bedsheets, which even had her...
