The sound of raised voices wakes me up. I sit, pushing the wild tangles of hair out of my face. I'm groggy, unable to focus for a minute. I must've been far more tired than I thought when Diogo brought me downstairs. He helped me take my clothes off, then laid me down and kissed his way down and then up my body. Not in a sexual way, though I was plenty turned on by the time he finished. His exploration was sensual, worshipping. He kissed each healing scrape, kissed my hipbones and ...