Chapter 11

• AUBREY
• My eyes flutter open gently to the morning sunlight streaming through the gossamer curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. I lift my hands to stretch when a scent hits me – cedar with hints of storm rain – making me freeze mid-motion. My heart stutters as I quickly turn to the side, and there he is – my mate, lying in bed next to me. My eyes widen in shock as I wonder when he got into the bed, and then the memories of last night come crashing back.
• My hand flies to my lips as I remember his pressed against mine, the phantom sensation so vivid it feels like he's still kissing me. Oh, heavens above! Did I really let him kiss me – and worse, kiss him back with such enthusiasm? What the hell was I thinking? My cheeks burn with the memory of how I'd melted into that kiss; my fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt.