Chapter 19 The Bond
- Paris POV
- I stripped and dressed in Marcel’s shirt. When I snuggled into bed with him my nerves eased and my temperature returned to normal. I chalked the symptoms down to a case of nerves. However, I jolted awake after midnight, struggling to breathe and sticky from sweat and heat between my legs. Marcel wasn’t in bed.
- What was wrong with me? These weren’t symptoms from any disease I knew.