**Chapter Six – Part One: Afternoon Aftermath (Charisse POV)**

I woke up, still feeling him all over me, even though he wasn't there. It was weird. The sheets smelled like him – a strong, kind of raw scent that I couldn't ignore. My body was still buzzing where he'd touched me, marked me. The marks on my wrists and thighs were just there. I couldn't hide them, even if I wanted to.

Everything hurt. No, not just hurt, but ached. It wasn't just my body, even that would suck enough, but a ...