Carrie woke up in the morning with her body aching in ways that made her blush just thinking about it. The echo of Andrew’s touch lingered on her skin, the memory of his lips still seared into her. She lay in bed for a full minute staring at the ceiling, trying to catch her breath and trying just as hard to erase the stupid smile that kept tugging at her lips. Her muscles protested when she reached for her phone, and she felt the soreness everywhere. Every brush of fabric against her skin sent sparks of memory through her mind.
She shook her head as she dressed for work, muttering under her breath.
"Get it together, Carrie."
She told herself it was just s*x. A lapse in judgment. A collision of history and desire. But the warmth that spread through her chest whenever she replayed his smi
