Lady Catalina didn't stop running until she reached her chambers, her chest heaving, her body burning in a way she refused to acknowledge.
She slammed the door shut and pressed her back against it, her hands shaking as she touched her face. She was hot.
Her cheeks, her neck, her entire body felt like it had been set aflame by Prince Ambrose's wicked words, his teasing touch, and that unbearable smirk that told her he knew exactly what he was doing to her.
"Tell me, Catalina… do you blush this beautifully everywhere?"
She let out a strangled noise, squeezing her eyes shut. She hated him.
No, she hated that he made her feel this way. That her mind had conjured images no lady should ever entertain.
That, for one wicked moment, she had wanted to know what it felt like to have his hands and lips touch places only a husband should claim. She hated that she was curious.
"My lady?"
Zaya's cautious voice pulled her back to reality.
