Sienna

I couldn’t tell when I drifted off. The warmth between us was too heavy, too soft. Jaxon’s breathing had slowed beside me, his chest rising and falling against my cheek. The room smelled like us — like sweat and skin and something sweet I couldn’t name.

At one point, I heard him mumble in a sleepy voice, “If we stay like this, I might go for another round.”

I giggled softly against his skin. “You’re impossible.”

“Mm,” he breathed, already slipping deeper into ...