Chapter 84 Samantha

• SAMANTHA
• I wake slowly, the soft edges of sleep still clinging to me like a mist that refuses to fade. My body aches in that sweet, heavy way that reminds me of the man I married—and the things that happened last night.
• Heat rises to my cheeks before I can stop it. The memory of Davon Rancho is vivid—his touch, his voice, the way he made me feel like the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. He’s intense in every sense of the word, and when that fire turns toward me, it burns deep enough to leave a mark.