Chapter 158

Cecilia's pov Six a.m. My mind was foggy, caught between the remnants of a dream and the reality of morning.. I blinked into the early morning light, not quite ready to deal with... reality. My hand shifted lazily, fingers brushing against warm, smooth skin - firm, male. My leg was tangled over something solid. Correction: someone solid. And the second I tried to move, my entire body protested. A low, involuntary groan slipped from my throat. Oh. Right. Memory came rushing back like a tidal wave - hot, wild, and absolutely unfiltered. I'd had a "preview" last time, sure. But last night? That was the full cinematic experience in IMAX 4D - and I was wrecked. Even my most expensive toy in my drawer couldn't compare. Hell, they weren't even in the same universe. Sebastian had zero chill. No mercy. No brakes. Harper always joked that, in the end, it didn't matter - someone was eating someone. Yeah, no. That was total bullshit. When a lion tore into a gazelle and drained it dry, the gazelle