Chapter 6

Rose drove home, gripping her steering wheel and cursing under her breath like a demented maniac. Trying to remove the feeling of his hands on her body, hating the way it still felt as though she could feel him touching her. Ignoring the rosy blush which had spread up her chest and cheeks and the warmth low down in her pelvis. The feelings she couldn’t explain happening inside of her, common sense batting the observations away.

Rose was still spitting nails at home an hour later. She had come home almost ripping her dress off, trying to remove the feeling of him on her skin, and was systematically scrubbing every inch of her living room like a fevered crazy person on a mission. No one had ever ignited this kind of response in her, and she was damned if she was to dissect it in any way. Instead, she tried to power shift it out of her core with exertion.

She finally hauled the covers and plastic from the old leather couch and pulled it into place by the fire. Had dragged t