Chapter 11

AUBREY'S POV My eyes fluttered open gently to the morning sunlight streaming through the gossamer curtains, painting the room in a soft golden glow. I lifted my hands to stretch when a scent hit me—cedar with hints of storm rain—making me freeze mid-motion. My heart stuttered as I quickly turned to the side, and there he was—my mate, lying in bed next to me. My eyes widened in shock as I wondered when he had gotten into the bed, and then the memories of last night came crashing back. My hand flew to my lips as I remembered his pressed against mine, the phantom sensation so vivid that it felt as if he were still kissing me. Oh, heavens above! Had I really let him kiss me—and worse, kissed him back with such enthusiasm? What the hell had I been thinking? My cheeks burned with the memory of how I had melted into that kiss, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. I quickly scrambled out of the bed, my heart thundering against my ribs. The silk sheets rustled accusingly as I escape