Chapter 84

• The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow on the empty bedside where Lewis should have been. Lily blinked awake slowly, her body deliciously sore in all the right places. Memories of the previous night flooded back—Lewis's hands, his kisses, his deep thrusts. She sat up abruptly...
• She swung her legs off the bed and spotted his white dress shirt crumpled near the foot of the bed. Her cheeks flushed remembering how it had ended up there. She picked it up carefully, bringing it to her nose and inhaling deeply. It smelled like him—clean, masculine, and expensive.
• She slipped the shirt over her head, the fabric swallowing her small frame entirely. The sleeves hung past her hands, and the hem reached mid-thigh. She rolled up the sleeves and buttoned only the bottom two buttons, leaving the rest open to reveal her collarbones and the swell of her breasts.