Aurelia sat on the edge of her bed in silence, staring at the window where DJ had slipped out. The satin robe clung softly to her sore body — her skin still tingled in the places he had touched, kissed, worshipped. Her thighs ached, a soft, satisfying reminder of everything they shared last night. She still felt him. Inside her. Around her.
But now the world was calling again — a darker, colder world that didn’t know about their night, and wouldn’t tolerate it if it did.
Especially not Wyatt.
Her heart tightened.
Downstairs, she heard the clink of silverware and the low growl of Wyatt’s voice speaking to someone — probably Maybelle, who was likely glaring daggers at him in return. Wyatt had shown up bright and early, insisting on taking her out for breakfast. She had tried to politely
