Sage’s POV

I woke up to the smell of him. I’d always know is smell anyway, even if you drop me in the middle of the ocean

Warm. Musky. A little dangerous.

Mark.

I stretched beneath the sheets, my body still sore, still aching from what he’d done to me last night. He wasn’t in bed anymore, but his scent lingered on the pillows, on the sheets—on me.

I pulled the blanket up to my face, inhaling.

God help me. I was so fucked.

I turned onto my side, eyes drifting to the ...