.CHAPTER 45.

SREYA WOKE UP to the pale glow of Xaver's bedside nightlight and lurking shadows in the hidden corners of the wide space. Purring like a cat, she stretched her long torpid limbs and the tips of slender fingers brushed cold silk sheets; the realization that she was alone giving birth to the furrow that grew between her arched brows.

Sitting upright, she blinked severally, willing chocolate brown orbs to adjust to the dim lighting. The silent waltz of the thin white curtains and the goose bumps on her skin avouching for the chilling presence of a mute cold breeze.

Sighing drowsily, she rubbed at the aching spot at her back, eyes closed as the vivid hue of a smile limned lush lips at the memory of their intense lovemaking last night. Moments with Xaver after meeting his parents last two weeks have been a little different... Everything seemed a tad bit more...deep, genuine.... Those were not even the right  words to