Cheryl POV
When my eyes opened, the space was as bright as every morning until my sight rested on the clock. Shoot! It's almost eleven. I slept off.
I was lying alone on the carpet in the living room, the fire had died, and the curtains had been pulled back. My clothes were meticulously folded on the couch, and on the coffee table was my breakfast, so I sat up and brought the blanket with me to cover my naked body.
Last night was beyond describing. It was the greatest night of my life.
I was alone in the living room, but I was blushing to the memories of Finn on top of me, his hands over my skin, his tongue rolling down my flesh, each bite and nibble.
His words played in my head.
"I love you more than life itself, Cheryl Mason."
If someone came in at that moment, they might bet
