Coral’s POV)
The warm morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a golden glow over the room. Coral stirred, her body aching in the most delicious way from the night before. Jason was spooning her from behind, his strong arm draped over her waist, his large hand cupping her breast possessively. His slow, even breathing tickled her shoulder, the deep rise and fall of his chest signaling that he was still asleep—well, almost. His morning wood pressed insistently against her backside, and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes.
How the hell does he still have energy?
They had spent all of yesterday making up in every possible way—afternoon, evening, and late into the night. Her body still felt sticky from their endless sessions, and she was in desperate need of a shower.
Coral reac
