The morning light crept in.
Ruby Henderson stirred awake, barely conscious, only to feel something heavy draped over her. Looking down, she spotted a man’s arm resting across her—firm and muscular, the kind you only get from hitting the gym regularly.
Then her eyes landed on the face. A face she knew all too well.
Daniel Richards.
He was still asleep. The sharp edges of his features had softened, though his jaw remained visibly tense, tracing a striking curve.
Ruby stared, her mind starting to buzz—
Wait... did they hook up last night?
Scenes from the night before came rushing back: the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sofa, the whispered moans laced with steam and heat. Her cheeks instantly flushed with pink.
She sat there, stunned, her face glowing red.
Wanting
