[Celia's POV]
She woke up feeling bewildered. At first, she couldn't figure out where she was until everything dawned upon her.
Everything including how the duke had kissed her and…
But…how could she have fallen asleep if she had woken up earlier?
She sat up and saw that the curtains had been drawn to the sides. There was a huge French window at the left of the bed from where sunlight filtered and illuminated the room. She oddly did not feel cold anymore as the rays of the sun warmed up the place.
Her mind wandered to the way the duke had kissed her lips, her throat… She gasped when she touched the area which felt tender. Her face might be resembling that of an apple by now.
How could she be so… loose? Why were her emotions so uninhabited when the duke touched her that way?
But where was he? She spotted her cloak draped on the chaise and got out of the bed. As she was putting it on, she heard a knock on the door.
