I wished to stay asleep.
But I can’t… unless I’m dead.
Okay, that’s far.
Yeah, that isn’t funny.
I groaned, my body aching in ways that were both unfamiliar and satisfying.
The silk sheets clung to my bare skin, my body felt messy and I needed a shower.
My eyes fluttered open, and the soft morning light filtering through the curtains revealed the room, modern, masculine, with hints of luxury in every detail.
And then there were the men.
Alessio stood near the window, shirtless, his broad back to me. His dark hair was slightly tousled, and his phone was pressed to his ear, his tone low and sharp as he spoke in quick, clipped sentences.
Ezra, on the other hand, was leaning casually against the edge of the bed, his lips curved into a lazy smirk. He was fully dressed now, though his
