The hot water had barely touched my skin last night before I collapsed into bed—still tasting ocean wind, champagne, and Ezekiel’s lips on my thighs.

I hadn’t even turned off the lights.

I slept like a lioness after a feast. Sated, dangerous and dreamless.

By the time I blinked awake, the sun was already slicing through the curtains like an impatient lover.

I rolled over, eyes squinting at the bedside clock.

“ Oh my goodness!—it's already 8 o'clock.“ I uttered.

The room was ...