Chapter 62 Overslept

I wake up sore all over, having no single idea how I ended up back in Knox's bedroom. The room is bright as sunlight filters through the tall windows, casting long, pale rectangles on the wood floor. I’m in his bed, tangled in the sheets, my skin sticky with sweat and something else. The air smells like him—like clean soap, expensive cologne, and the raw scent of what we did last night.