Shay:
I woke up with a groan, my body sore in places I didn’t even know could be sore. The events from last night flooded my mind, the heat of Saint's touch, his hands on me, and the way he made me feel… everything. I rolled over, trying to stretch out the ache in my muscles, and heard Saint's deep voice carrying from the kitchen.
I rolled out of bed and grabbed one of his oversized tees from the dresser. I slipped it on over my head, the fabric draping over me like a blanket as I made my way to find him.
He was leaning casually against the counter, his body fresh from the shower. His had a towel wrapped dangerously low around his hips. My eyes roamed his body, from his messy damp hair to his toned abs beading with water droplets. I studied the dozen of tattoos scattered across his
