Chapter 35

• Ayla
• My head was spinning. Rex. Just the thought of his name sent shivers down my spine – not the good kind, either. It was a mix of excitement, fear, and a whole lot of confusion. I practically tripped over my own feet scrambling out of his room, desperate to reach the safety of my own. The door of his room shut with a loud thud and I couldn’t careless about the noise at that point.
• The memory played on repeat in my mind: Rex's tongue, a hot, demanding invasion. His hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm on my breast. My own embarrassing moans, echoing in the small space. And that low, guttural growl that had vibrated through his chest. It was… intense. Overwhelming. Mortifying.