Chapter 88

ELISE'S POV

I laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. My heart was still racing from the night’s events. Sleep was impossible.

How could I possibly sleep after what happened with Ferris?

His scent still lingered in my mind, fresh and intoxicating. The way his hands had gripped me so tightly, yet so tenderly, as if I might slip away at any moment. His touch still burned on my skin, and the kiss—oh, that kiss—it replayed in my mind over and over like a reel.

I turned onto my side, hugging my pillow closer, but it did nothing to soothe me. I could still feel the warmth of his lips on mine, the firmness of his body pressing against me as we kissed passionately. How his fingers had grazed the small of my back, sending shivers all through me. How his lips had kissed my neck, making me shiver under his touch. I had wanted more. The moment he stopped, it had taken everything in me not to pull him back, to beg him to keep going.

Why did he stop?

I sighed heavily, rolling onto my back again, st