Chapter 31 Heat Of The Moment

• The house was quiet, the kind of silence that only came late at night when the rest of the world seemed to pause. Celia sat curled up on the couch in the den, the soft glow of the fireplace casting shadows across the room. She had tried reading a book to distract herself, but her thoughts kept circling back to him.
• Alexander.
• She had replayed their stolen moments in her mind, each touch, each glance, each kiss. Her chest ached with the weight of it all—the longing, the desire, the impossibility of their situation. And yet, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t shake the pull he had over her.