Chapter 21 What Exactly Happened Last Night
As Collin’s lips hovered mere inches from Linsey’s, his fingers clenched the bedsheets with an intensity that betrayed his inner turmoil.
He inhaled sharply, a desperate attempt to gather his waning self–control, and abruptly sat up.
Linsey, still lost in the depths of her dreams, shifted slightly in response. Her hands, which had been resting on Collin’s arm, fell away as she turned to her other side in a soft rustle of sheets.
Collin seized this moment to gently disengage his hand and perched silently on the bed’s edge, his breaths quick and
uneven.
The air was thick with her unique perfume, a seductive blend that tugged at his resolve like a siren’s song.
Collin wrestled with his self–discipline, which seemed to crumble in her mere presence.
Was her allure so profound?
He had no idea what was happening, but staying wasn’t an option. He had to go before he lost himself.
He had to go, and he had to go now.
With a resolve as brittle as ice, he stood, his movements brisk and silent. He left the room swiftly, leaving Linsey in her serene slumber, oblivious to the emotional tempest he had barely contained.
Back in the sanctuary of his own room, he strode into the bathroom. The shower’s cold blast was immediate, the water cascading over him, a chilling torrent meant to quench the fire that her proximity had ignited, its streams pooling and swirling down the drain.
He slid a hand through his drenched hair, his eyelids falling shut instinctively.
In the fleeting seconds that followed, Linsey’s radiant smile surfaced in his mind, her rosy lips vividly painted in his memory. The lingering, sweet scent of her seemed to envelop him still.
His eyes flew open, shock and disbelief painting his features.
Bowing his head, he noticed that he was erect, which deepened the chaos swirling within him.
Could he be losing his mind? Was he devolving into some kind of lust–driven fool?
The cold water ran on, timeless, until it ceased, leaving behind the eerie solitude of his ragged breaths piercing the still night air.
The shrill ring of her phone jerked Linsey awake the next morning.
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“Don’t you remember anything from last night?” he asked, his voice laced with a tinge of irritation, as realization dawned
on him.
This caught her off guard. She paused, bread halfway to her mouth, and met his gaze, her eyes swimming with
bewilderment. It was clear she recalled nothing.
“What exactly happened last night?” she asked, her voice tinged with confusion.
Her headache pounded mercilessly, obliterating any fragments of memory from last night.
It seemed as though, from the moment she stepped back into the villa, her recollections had fogged over.
Collin hadn’t anticipated such a complete lapse in her memory and his frustration mounted.
It was the first time in years that he had been played by a woman.
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