#Chapter 78: Bells

Ava The warm rays of the early morning sun filtered in through the sheer curtains, casting the room in a soft golden glow. I blinked my eyes open slowly, squinting against the bright light until my vision adjusted. That was when it hit me—this wasn’t my room. A flush crept up my neck as the events of the night before came flooding back. The tavern. The fight in the woods. The moondeer. Chris carrying me to his bed, our bodies moving together in a frenzied tangle of heated limbs and breathless kisses. His tongue wandering up and down each of my limbs, the warmth of his… I bit my lip, unable to contain the giddy smile that tugged at the corners of my mouth even though I knew that what we had done was… well, naughty, to say the least. Naughty, but oh so necessary. And maybe I craved a little more of his heat to start off the morning. Then, stretching languidly, I rolled over—only to find the other side of the bed empty and cold. Frowning slightly, I sat upright, cl