THE DELICIOUS SCENT of coffee rouses me. But when that fragrance is combined with a far more intoxicating smell, I appreciate the fact that Saint will always be far more potent than any drug. Stretching like a lioness lazing in the sun, I slowly open my eyes against the blinding morning light.
However, when I see Saint sitting beside me topless, his beauty rivals the daylight. “Mornin’.” His husky voice evokes images of us being entwined last night.
My cheeks instantly blister.
He offers me a steaming cup of coffee with a smirk. Clutching the blanket to my very naked chest, I sit upright and accept it. Once I take a sip, the fog from my brain clears, and I wonder what the right protocol is for having the morning-after talk.
But honestly, I don’t know if I want to discuss anything. It h
