I wake up tangled with him, our bodies glued together with sticky sweat. I don’t remember falling asleep in his embrace, but it must’ve happened, because that’s where I am now, surrounded by his powerful body.
It’s dark, and he’s asleep. I can hear his even breathing and feel the rise and fall of his chest as my head rests on his shoulder. My mouth is dry and my bladder is full, so I try to wiggle out from under his heavy arm—which immediately tightens around me.
“Where are you going?” Lucas’s voice is hoarse, roughened with sleep.
“To the bathroom,” I explain cautiously. “I have to pee.”
He lifts his arm and moves his leg off my calves. “All right. Go.”
I scoot away from him and sit up, wincing at the soreness I feel deep inside. I don’t know how long he f****d me that second time, b
