Cixi lay on her back and yanked the pillow over her head.
Stupid. Stupid. Treacherous, hormonal, undisciplined, complete and utter...
She did not move; her thighs still felt warm, her cheeks still burned, and her pulse still refused to slow down. Cassian Crown was going about his night with absolutely no idea what her own brain had just done to him.
She would never be able to look him in the eyes again after this dream, and she knew it with a heavy heart.
Yet she would have to.
Cixi pulled the pillow off her face. And read the message once again. Message from Cassian.
She stared at it for a long time.
She should have put the phone down. She should have rolled over. She should have typed back something curt and professional, the kind of reply that would not betray the fact that her thighs were still warm, her breath was still uneven, and the dream had not yet finished leaving her body.
