NORA POV

The next morning Mira didn’t knock like yesterday. For a moment I thought maybe she was late. I was still in Derek’s cuddle, grinning to myself when I remembered last night—the teasing jealousy, our pillow fight, the joy, and the scream.

“Good morning,” Derek muttered against my neck and kissed me softly.

“Morning,” I said back, still smiling.

His hand started moving on my body, slow at first, then already reaching for my breast, trying to smooch. I quickly pulled ...