Chapter 62 Her Feelings

• Evangelina
• I couldn't stop thinking about him. Aemilio. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw him—his dark eyes staring into mine, the way his lips had felt against my skin, rough and hungry, like he couldn't get enough of me.
• My body still ached from the way he had touched me, from the way he had made me feel. God, I couldn't forget. Even though he had said it was a mistake, that it couldn't happen again, every part of me still burned for him. I tried to push the thoughts away, to convince myself it didn't mean anything, but it was impossible.