I couldn't sleep that night. Bai Ye had carried me back to my room at the end of the evening—my legs wobbled so much that I couldn't walk on my own—and I stared at the canopy over my bed for hours, trying to make sense out of what just happened to my mind and body.
Even after the absurd hour in the bath, even after he wreaked havoc on all my senses, I still wanted more of him. The fire inside me had been doused only temporarily, and when he tucked me in my bed and kissed me a good night's sleep, the flames burst once more. It took all my determination and control to hold myself back from clutching onto him and begging him to stay.
This was not what I had expected. Since when did my feelings for him grow into … such unspeakable wants?
