Olivia’s POV

Morning came again, raising soreness in all the right places. Some aches were bad, but all mine were lovely that bright and misty morning. Even my arm didn’t hurt anymore, but that was probably the cast as much as the endorphins sent flowing from the previous night’s activities.

Stretching out, my eyes still well closed, I reached for Ellis. I was still mad at him for not wanting to leave. He could be so stubborn at the worst possible times. It was maddening, ...