Emma's Po
Emma’s POV
I woke up feeling like I had been hit by a truck—twice. Every muscle in my body ached, sore from the wild night before.
A groan escaped me as I shifted, the soft sheets clinging to my skin. My entire body felt heavy, as if I had been wrung out and left to dry in the sun. Honestly, it was a miracle I even woke up at all.
The soreness reminded me of exactly what happened last night.
My face heated, and a soft giggle bubbled up before I could stop it.
Gregory and I… well, there was no hiding it. We had been going at it like crazed animals, which wasn’t far from the truth, really.
My mind flashed to his hands, his lips, his body moving against mine...
“Oh my goddess…” I muttered under my breath, rubbing my eyes to push the memories back.
But the soreness in my
