Chapter 57

• Author’s POV
• Morning sunlight filtered through the sheer curtains, casting a golden hue across the tangled sheets and the room that still carried the scent of last night—sweat, cheap perfume, and regret.
• Laura stirred first, her head pounding, her throat dry. As she blinked up at the unfamiliar ceiling, reality settled like a heavy stone in her gut. Her bare skin brushed against warm sheets and the equally bare body lying beside her. She didn’t need to look to know who it was.