Sage’s POV
I woke up to the smell of him. I’d always know is smell anyway, even if you drop me in the middle of the ocean
Warm. Musky. A little dangerous.
Mark.
I stretched beneath the sheets, my body still sore, still aching from what he’d done to me last night. He wasn’t in bed anymore, but his scent lingered on the pillows, on the sheets—on me.
I pulled the blanket up to my face, inhaling.
God help me. I was so f****d.
I turned onto my side, eyes drifting to the empty space beside me. The sheets were still warm. He hadn’t been gone long. He was a light sleeper or even barely slept at all. It had me wondering how much stress and pressure he was under to protect me, I didn’t want anything bad happening to him, never. I….I sighed
I had nearly said it, nearly said it to m
