Rayla blinked awake to the unmistakable sound of Scarlet’s groan of disgust—a noise so dramatic it could only mean one thing.
Oh. Right.
She’d forgotten whose bed they’d made love on.
“Oh good, Sleeping Beauty finally joins us,” Scarlet drawled, arms crossed as she loomed over the bed like an irritated goddess. “You two realize you had s*x on my bed, right? My sacred, formerly pristine sleeping space that—”
“Changed the sheets,” Asher grunted from beside Rayla, not even looking up from his phone. His free arm stayed slung possessively around her waist, fingers absently tracing circles under the hem of the oversized shirt she’d stolen from him. (It drowned her, the fabric soft and smelling like his stupidly expensive cologne—a scent that clung to her skin even after their shower. And sh
