The faint glow of morning leaked through the velvet curtains, soft red bleeding into pale gold. My eyes fluttered open slowly, my body heavy in that drowsy, satisfied way that only came after a night of being thoroughly undone. For a moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, cocooned in warmth, the steady rise and fall of a chest beneath my cheek grounding me.

Roman’s arm was draped across my waist, his hand curled possessively against my hip like he hadn’t let go even in sleep. His scent, ...