C22 Chapter 22

Melia’s pov

The next day, a small smile played on my lips as I roused from a fitful sleep. The gentle morning breeze passed through the open, ceiling-high windows and the sun streamed through the light curtains.

I stretched languidly, the soft sheets caressing my skin which still thrummed and hummed with the remnants of last night, every inch of my skin tingling from Bastian’s touch