*Lauren*

The warm water cascaded down my back, mingling with Lucas's touch, as if the night hadn't yet ended. But the morning light creeping through the bathroom window was a reminder that our wonderful night had indeed faded into the day.

"Morning," Lucas said, his voice low and husky. His dark hair was tousled, and damp, making him look like he'd just stepped off the pages of some romance novel designed to make a woman's heart race.

"Morning," I echoed, smiling despite ...