Wren POV
The sun shines through the window and warms my skin. I am deliciously sore and sated. Destin and Charlie stayed true to their word and made it up to me. They spent the whole night pushing me over the edge, only to bring me back to the top again. I can't wait to do it again.
My core tightens as I think about last night, and I wiggle uncomfortably. Destin curls his arm around me and pulls me toward him. "Stop."
"Stop what?" I whisper, not wanting to wake Charlie.
"Thinking about last night," he moans. "I don't think you can handle more."
"Who says?" I pout.
"Me," he chuckles.
I twist in his arms. "Are you reading my mind?"
His forehead wrinkles. "No. I can feel your emotions through our bond. Especially when they are strong."
"Oh," I whisper. "Can
