Avery:
I didn’t remember falling asleep. Not really.
One minute I was in bed, alone, curled around his pillow like it still held a trace of him, that heavy spicy scent that made my stomach flutter and my thighs ache.
The next—
He was everywhere.
Warm lips. Rough hands. Teeth and tongue. My name on his breath. The weight of him between my legs. The burn. The stretch. The devastating way he whispered mine.
Was it a dream?
I blinked against the sunlight pouring through my bedroom window. My body felt like it had been dragged through a warzone. Slowly, I stretched.
Fuck.
Every muscle ached. Deep, sore ache. My thighs. My arms. My stomach. My everything.
I sucked in a breath and reached for the edge of the bed, but even that simple motion pulled at my hips and back. I winced.
Then I
