Jessica Lewis
The first thing I became aware of was warmth.
A steady, searing heat wrapped around me, blanketing my skin in a way that made me never want to move. The scent of cedarwood, dark spice, and something distinctly Tristan filled my senses, coaxing me deeper into the soft haze of sleep.
Then reality struck like a thunderbolt.
My body ached in ways I had never experienced before, a dull throb settling deep in my muscles. The raw memory of the night before slammed into me all at once—Tristan’s hands, his mouth, the way he had unraveled me piece by piece, breaking me only to put me back together again.
I tensed.
I was still in his bed.
Still tangled beneath the sheets with him.
Still his.
My breath hitched as my eyes fluttered open, heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
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