Alexia stirred awake, her body still heavy with sleep, the warmth beside her unfamiliar.
The first thing she registers is warmth—strong, steady warmth enveloping her. The second is the scent of him, dark and intoxicating, wrapping around her senses before she even opens her eyes.
Her body feels unusually heavy, the echoes of last night still humming through her skin. When her lashes flutter open, she finds herself pressed against Zeke, her head resting on his bare chest, her legs tangled with his.
She stiffens slightly, the memories rushing back. The teasing. The way he had touched her, controlled her, how he had taken control and left her breathless.
A flush spreads across her skin as she remembers how close they had been… and how he had stopped.
Her fingers twitch against his skin, heat creeping up her neck. He had been so close to losing control. So close to giving in. And yet, in the end, he had pulled away.
Her lips press into a slight pout. Why did he stop?