Isabelle’s POV
I woke up slow — the kind of slow that felt almost sinful. My body was heavy, sore in places I didn’t even know could ache. Between last night’s sparring session and… everything that followed, I felt like I’d been dragged through a very pleasurable warzone.
The room was soaked in late morning sunlight, soft and warm against my skin. A glance at the clock made me groan.
10:46 a.m.
Damn.
I never slept this late. But considering the way Nathan had turned my bones to pudding between training and the shower after the shower — yeah. I deserved this.
I stretched gently, wincing a little at the dull ache along my thighs and hips. My body wasn’t used to this much exercise — or that many orgasms in one night.
A quiet laugh slipped out of me, and I looked down.
Sweatpants.
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