Chapter 23
Felicity sighed and dropped her clutch on her bed. What an awful, embarrassing night. She was going to kill Layla for this.
But I was dumb enough to think I could go to a dance club where I knew I'd get stuck in crowds. She had to own up to her own idiocy. She just wished Jared hadn't seen her pass out like that.
She covered her face with her hands. Her fingers were icy from being gloveless in the cold, but they felt good on her flushed face.
Large masculine hands settled on her shoulders, then slid under her collar as they removed her coat.
"Let's get you into bed," Jared murmured, his warm breath fanned over her left cheek. How could he do that? Make her feel so safe and warm and yet desperate for more of what his hot gazes promised? Maybe it was time to stop fighting her desires and just surrender to them?
"Bed?" A little shiver rippled through her, but it wasn't from the cold.
He chuckled. "So you can rest."