Val's P.O.V

Something warm and woodsy, like cedar and spice.

My fingers traced the edge of the blanket they’d shared, her mind drifting.

What if she had asked him to stay?

The thought sent a flush creeping up her neck. It wouldn’t have been the first time he’d spent the night—but never like that. Never with the tension between them so thick it was a miracle they hadn’t combusted.

She bit her lip, replaying the way his gaze had lingered on her mouth before he pulled away.

Damn him ...