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The heat of the day warmed her. Waking up in such a cozy glow was unusual. Given that a smile curved Shyla’s lips before her eyes even opened, she doubted her contentment was all about the temperature. The rhythmic sound of water accompanied her drift out of slumber.
Stirring, she stretched her back and tried to do the same with the rest of her body, except… Her eyes opened at the same time she tugged on her arms. They wouldn’t move, they were…
Tipping her head all the way back, she discovered her wrists were tied to the bedpost. The water sound stopped. Still confused, Shyla scanned the room and was reminded of the previous night. Phoenix. She was in Score’s room. She’d come to Score’s bed.
Obviously, he was the one who’d done his thing with knots again. The heat made more sense to
