Cordelia woke up, still languid with remembered passion. She sat up as she recalled that she was in a man’s bed, and realized that Sebastien was not beside her. Surely he would not have left her there with no words at all! Her heart jumped when she heard a footstep in the hall, but it was Sebastien who opened the door, bearing a tray. “Good morning,” he said, smiling at her in a way that made her insides warm. He put the tray down on a low table. “I don’t really have the makings of a chef, but I thought you might be hungry.” Cordelia’s stomach rumbled on cue. He had made coffee, strong by the smell of it, and cut up a loaf of bread, smothering the slices with jam and butter. Cordelia devoured everything. Food was not the only thing she craved this morning. But last night had gone by, and she knew that it was unwise to continue what they had started. It was best to think of their affair as a singular event. It would be safer for her and safer for him. Her supposedly cold heart ached at the thought.
