One week later.
The alarm on my phone screamed at 5 AM, and I seriously considered throwing it out the window.
"Nope. Not happening." I groaned into my pillow, my body still remembering every single place Christian had touched me last night. Which was… a lot of places. None of them nearly enough.
Maria burst through my door without knocking, flipping on every light like some kind of morning terrorist.
"Up! Connor Walsh waits for no one, and you're about to get your ass handed to you by Shadow Ridge's finest warriors."
"I hate you right now."
"You'll thank me later when you're not dead." She tossed training clothes at my face. "Also, Christian already texted me three times asking if you're awake. He's adorable when he's worried."
I changed faster than I thought possib
