Abandoned Luna Now Untouchable (Cecilia) novel Chapter 158

**TITLE: After His Bite, I Learned to Heal 158**

**Morning After**

**Cecilia**

Six o’clock in the morning.

As I lay there, my mind drifted in a hazy limbo, caught somewhere between the remnants of a dream and the dull ache of a hangover. It was an uncomfortable place to be, and I wasn’t quite prepared to confront the reality that awaited me.

With a reluctant blink, I squinted against the soft glow of the early morning light spilling through the window, still too groggy to fully engage with the world.

My hand moved sluggishly, fingers grazing over warm, smooth skin—definitely firm and undeniably male.

I realized my leg was entangled over something solid as I attempted to shift. Correction: someone solid.

The moment I tried to pull away, my body protested in unison, every muscle screaming in protest.

A low, involuntary groan escaped my lips, a sound I couldn’t suppress even if I wanted to.

Oh. Right.

Suddenly, memories crashed over me like an unstoppable tidal wave—hot, wild, and utterly unfiltered.

Sure, I had experienced a “preview” the last time, but last night? That was the full cinematic experience in IMAX 4D, and I was left feeling utterly wrecked.

Even my most ambitious battery-operated purchases paled in comparison. They weren’t even in the same league.

And honestly, I found myself pondering whether Sebastian had ever done this before. The man had absolutely zero chill. No mercy. No brakes.

Harper always joked that, in the end, it didn’t matter—someone was eating someone.

Yeah, right. That was complete nonsense.

When a lion sank its teeth into a gazelle and drained it dry, the gazelle wasn’t exactly contributing to the experience.

Lost in the wreckage of my own thoughts, I froze when I heard footsteps echoing in the hallway.

Shit.

My eyes flew wide open, my heart racing.

I moved cautiously, prying my leg off Sebastian’s hips as if I were defusing a live bomb.

He didn’t stir, remaining sprawled out like the smug, gorgeous menace he was, lips slightly parted in sleep and chest still marked with the evidence of our… enthusiastic night.

I sat up slowly, wincing as my muscles protested, each movement a reminder of the previous evening’s activities.

My thighs trembled beneath me, and my dignity? That had already limped out the door.

Reaching for the robe that lay discarded on the floor—his, not mine—I wrapped it around myself like a shield against the world.

The scent of him clung to the fabric. Clean. Masculine. Dangerous.

I cast a glance back at the bed and winced. The sheets were a disaster, a chaotic mess that mirrored my own state of mind.

His chest bore scratches—my handiwork.

The kind of damage a woman inflicts when she forgets every rule she swore she would adhere to.

Awesome. Just awesome.

Nighttime Cecilia was a reckless b***h, but Daylight Cecilia? She was the one left to clean up the mess.

I needed to make a swift exit before he woke up. He had said it himself—no need for responsibility!

I crept toward the door, straining to listen for any sounds outside.

When silence enveloped the space, I cautiously opened the door just a crack, peering out to ensure the coast was clear. Confirming that Liam wasn’t around, I slipped out.

I swear I had never walked a more nerve-wracking path in my life.

Each step felt like a tightrope walk, the fear of Liam suddenly appearing weighing heavily on my shoulders. I couldn’t even begin to imagine how awkward that encounter would be.

I stopped every few feet to scan my surroundings, already dizzy and weak-legged from the night’s escapades, now compounded by a surge of anxiety.

By the time I reached the foyer, I felt like I was about to collapse.

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