Chapter 32. Lonely

As she lay awake, Mia's thoughts were jumbled. She’d been dreaming of hands touching her, lips on hers, but she wasn’t sure who it was. In the dark fog of her unconscious state, it was impossible to tell.

Sometimes, the kisses were sweet and slow, and she thought it must be Beau, but then, the man in the darkness commanded her, taking her roughly, and she thought it must be Sam. In some, sick twisted perversion of her own mind, had she managed to merge them both into the same man?

With a loud sigh, she rolled over, grabbing a pillow and punching it into submission before dropping her face into it.

What had she gotten herself into? What would her mother say if she knew what she was doing? Her mother had always taught her that chastity was a virtue, that she should find one man, marry him, and then allow herself to share a bed with him. If her mom knew what Mia had been up to the last few weeks, she’d be shocked.

But then, Susan Eaton hadn’t been married to Mi