Chapter 29: Warm. Gentle. Unforgiving

ANNABEL

The sun hit my face even before I opened my eyes.

Warm. Gentle. Unforgiving.

I groaned and turned my head away from the light, but it followed me—radiating through the curtains like it owned the room.

My body ached in all the right places, sore and heavy, like it remembered everything before my mind caught up.

Last night.

My lips curled without permission.

God.

My face lit up as hot blush grazed my face. Images flashed through ...