The morning light streamed through the curtains as I blinked awake, feeling oddly weightless, almost like I was floating. But as my eyes adjusted, the sharp memories of the previous night hit me like a freight train.
A heat crept up my face as I realized what I’d done—I was the one who actually had made the f*****g first move.
I’d practically begged Daemon to help me with my heat, giving in to urges that I had fought for so long. And now, here he was, lying next to me, his arm draped casually over my stomach, keeping me pinned.
I swallowed hard, trying to quiet the rapid beat of my heart. This was Daemon, the very same person I had tried to resist, to keep at arm’s length, yet here he was, claiming the space beside me.
The warmth of his bare skin made my face flush deeper as I lay t
