Freya lay on the bed, her body damp with sweat and the remnants of what had transpired. Her mind raced in a thousand directions, trying to piece together what had just happened.

Beside her, Logan slept with his chest rising and falling in steady rhythm, his breathing heavy and unbothered.

What just happened? she whispered under her breath, clutching the bedsheet to cover her bare skin. Her lingerie lay discarded across the room, a silent testimony of the night. Heat rose to her cheeks as ...