Darcy mumbled to the ceiling. She rolled over and slammed her fist into the pillow a few times before stuffing it back under her head. She was too wired to sleep, and too confused to even watch the lamest TV show. The problem was she just didn’t know what to make of things. His coming after her was a big enough shock, but that kiss fried whatever thought processors her brain had left. She’d spent the past few hours talking with Scarlett about what she should do next. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be able to resist him. Hell, she’d never been able to in the past, why should that change now? A smile, or crook of his finger, and she was ready to climb onto his lap like a good naughty girl ought to. Jeez, just thinking about kissing him had her wanting to do it again. Thankfully, Scarlett had gone to bed so she didn’t have to explain this all to her. She wasn’t going to let his ability to turn her into a willing hoyden sway her. There was more to a relationship than sex, no matter how spine bending or mind melting that sex was.
