I woke to a sore body.

Every crevice felt like I’d ran a marathon the day before or I'd been hit by a truck. It was a blissful pain. One that I wanted to relive over and over. My neck hurt the worst. I touched the spot where Mason had marked me and smiled into my pillow.

At least, I thought it was my pillow. Prying my eyes open, I looked at Mason’s face smashed against the pillow, his arm wrapped tightly around me.

My leg was wedged between his thighs, and my pillow was ...