*Lauren*

The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over Lucas's dark hair and the blanket tangled around us. I blinked the sleep from my eyes, feeling his steady breath against my neck. We hadn't moved all night, still wrapped around each other in the exact spot where we’d finally reached exhaustion.

I was deliciously sore. But, I didn’t deserve it.

A pang of guilt knotted in my stomach as I lay there, trying to memorize the contours of his ...