BOOK 3: Chapter 23: The Morning Seduction
Amanda exhales the next morning, her body limp and aching with exhaustion. Every muscle feels tender, stretched, used. She stretches slowly on the bed, eyes half-lidded, her limbs dragging against the sheets like they’re weighed down by invisible chains. The images of last night drift through her mind like wildfire smoke—blurry, heated, impossible to ignore.
And her chest tightens with the wave of emotions that follows.
It’s too much. Too confusing. Too tangled.
A part of her—an overwhelming, greedy part—relished every second of what they did. That part of her is still thrumming, still craving more, as though her body had been marked by him, rewired to respond only to him.
But there’s another part. The part that curls up in shame, that whisper
