Olivia’s POV.

“I don’t care Ren. Fix it.”

Marcell’s voice was muffled through the early morning haze. I opened my eyes against the onslaught of the unwelcomed bright morning light. Blinking against the morning grit I rubbed grit out my eyes. Lazily stretching my body, a sore delicious soreness ached in my muscles reminding me of all of the slow, and luscious things Marcell and I did last night.

Marcell was true to his word when he said that we were in no ...