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What does it mean?

Does it mean he cares about me?

No. It was probably just instinct. He would have reached out to protect anyone.

But it wasn’t instinct when he gently pulled me from the wreckage and carried me in his arms to safety.

He was so calm with me, so patient and gentle.

He took care of me the entire time, even in the car ride on the way home.

My body is alive, blood flowing, heating my skin as I lie next to him.

I brush my hand slowly over his chest muscles, along the solid curves, listening to his breathing.

Oh my word. I can’t stay here in his bed. This is wrong.

Letting out a soft sigh of regret, I wiggle carefully away from him. I slip out from beneath the blankets and tiptoe from his room towards my own.

I sit on the edge of my bed for a long time, filled with confusion and a heavy sense of regret.

What is he hiding from me?

Does he care about me?

How do I feel about him?

Finally, I stand up, and with some effort, I manage to pull the zipper down on the back of my dress and slide it off my body.

I climb into my comfortable oversized T-shirt and then into the blankets of my bed. The sheets are cold, and they don’t smell like him.

I close my eyes, and instead of being haunted by the accident like I thought I would be, I am haunted by him. By the lack of his body next to mine. I grab one of the spare pillows and wrap my arms around it, snuggling against it and telling myself to stop being silly.

I can’t be getting feelings for a man I don’t even know.

A man who is hiding secrets.

Chapter 13 - Nestor

I roll over as I wake up, forgetting about the injury on my ribs. It shoots pain through my side, and I quickly roll back.

I groan loudly, pressing my hand over the bandages, neatly taped to my body. She did an incredible job.

I smile, remembering her vulnerability as she huddled against me.

Her beautiful body wrapped in my arms, her smooth, soft, warm skin.

She’s no longer in my bed, but I can still smell her on the pillow next to me. I pick it up and press it over my face. The delicate scent of her perfume breezes over me, intoxicating me with desire.

My cock goes rigid.

Fuck.

She’s got some strong hold over me. Over my body and my thoughts.

I react to her instantly, wanting her.

I toss the pillow away, annoyed that she has this effect on me. Last night at dinner, before all the shit happened, I was thinking about taking her home and making her scream in pleasure.

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