The sun had barely risen when I opened my eyes.

Golden light filtered through the sheer curtains of my penthouse bedroom, painting the walls in soft strokes.

The room was still heavy with the scent of sex, sweat, and candle wax.

The sheets clung to our bodies like a second skin, twisted from the chaos of the night before.

Shane lay beside me, one arm lazily thrown over his head, the other resting possessively on my thigh.

His curls were damp at the edges, lips parted slightly, his ...