MACEY

It took every ounce of strength I had to finally drag myself out of Damien’s arms the next morning.

My body was a soggy mess of exhaustion and satisfaction, every muscle still humming from the intensity of the night. The bed felt like it had betrayed me, leaving me weak in ways I hadn’t thought possible.

Fridays were my off days, and after everything, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so grateful for one.

I made sure Damien missed the so-called “7 p.m. ...