Part 6
I woke up to warmth.
To heat, actually—radiating off the bodies pressed against mine, wrapping around me like a second skin.
For a moment, I was still. Not because I wanted to be, but because my body refused to move.
It was exhausted, thoroughly exhausted, and every inch of me ached in a way that had nothing to do with pain.
Flashes of the last night pulsed through my mind vividly. Fingers tracing over my skin, their mouths on me, claiming me, The way they groaned when they —
I sucked in a breath, my heart pounding.
Okay. That happened.
And there was no undoing it.
The room smelled like sweat and s*x. My limbs felt heavy, my mind was voided, my body tingled with the memory of every place they’d touched.
Holy. s**t.
Dante’s arm was the first thing I felt, his grip still fi
