Chapter Seventy-three

Corinne woke up the second time in the middle of the day.

She woke up in her own bed, with her head on her pillow. She woke up with her mint-green satin bra on one side of the bed and the matching mint-green satin briefs on the other.

Her hair was down.

Her lips were chapped.

Her legs were sliding naked under the sheets.

She woke up new. She woke up changed. She woke up something else entirely.

She woke up with Enoch Miller’s name swimming around her head. With every memory of his every touch dancing over her skin.

She woke up feeling like she’d finally closed her hands over something solid.