Rhea Everwood
The first thing I registered was the light filtering through the linen curtains, the second was the warmth beside me. I blinked, my eyes slowly adjusting, and the shape beside me resolved into a man’s back. Broad shoulders, a defined spine, skin tanned the color of warm honey. For a heart-stopping second, my breath caught in my throat thinking it was Mason.
I blinked knowing it was Sage sitting on the edge of the bed, his head bowed as if in thought. He wasn't wearing a shirt, and the sight gave me nostalgia for everything I had and once lost. I knew what this was, I knew what I was doing was wrong, a selfish act of desperation. I was using him to heal a wound that refused to heal, a placeholder for a man I could never have again. And the worst part? Sage wasn't making it a
