The next morning. Lexi stirred awake, her body aching in the most deliciously painful way. Her muscles were sore, her skin was marked with memories of the night before, and for a moment, she simply lay there—still, quiet, caught between satisfaction and dread.
Her phone buzzed furiously on the nightstand.
Again.
And again.
With a groggy groan, she reached out and squinted at the screen.
Maya (8 missed calls, 5 messages).
Lexi sat up abruptly. “s**t!”
Pain shot through her back and legs as she moved too fast, and she winced. "Oh my God," she muttered under her breath, running a hand through her tangled hair.
She practically rolled out of bed, her limbs complaining as she stumbled toward the en suite bathroom. Her legs trembled beneath her, the soreness from the night before catching
