EVE
My phone wouldn't stop buzzing.
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
I groaned when the noise dragged me out of sleep, rolling over with a halfhearted attempt to bury my head under the pillow. Beeping and buzzing like it was hell-bent on ruining what was left of my morning.
Stretching a lazy arm toward the nightstand, I fumbled until my fingers finally closed around it.
That's when I realized my bag was sitting there too. I blinked at it in confusion. Roman must've brought it in sometime while I was passed out. Fairs. He had been way too busy wrecking me last night to care about little details, but somehow he still thought of everything.
And yes, wrecking me. Five times. I counted. My body was proof—every muscle sore, my thighs trembling just from shifting on the bed. I should've been
