Meanwhile, in the bedroom.
The heavy curtains blocked out almost all the light, leaving just a few gentle rays slipping through. The clock on the wall said it was already ten thirty.
On the messy bed, something finally shifted.
Emmy stirred.
The moment she came to, a deep, aching soreness swept over her. Her lower back felt like it had been snapped and put back together again. Her legs were so weak she couldn’t get them to move at all.
“Awake?”
A low, rough voice sounded from above her, lazy with sleep and laced with that satisfied, morning-after kind of intimacy.
Emmy’s memories rushed back all at once. Everything that happened last night flashed through her mind, wild and unfiltered, making her cheeks burn. She could barely stand to remember it, and yet she couldn’t stop.
To make things worse, she realized she was draped on top of him, clinging to his chest like an octopus. They were still tangled up, bodies pressed close.
Emmy felt her face go up in flames.
James must have noticed the sudden heat, because he looked down at her, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He ran a big hand down her bare back, slow and gentle, his voice husky and teasing.
“Want to go again? I’m just worried you can’t handle it.”
Emmy’s mind short-circuited. How could he say something like that so early in the morning?


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