Chapter 17 Her Gift, Their Game Ch3
- Maren left before sunrise.
- Aly stood at the window, wrapped in nothing but Nathan’s shirt, watching the taillights disappear into the dark. The sheets still smelled like her. The room was still heavy with the scent of sex and sweat and something that tasted like indulgence.
- Nathan came up behind her, hands slipping beneath the hem of the shirt. “She’s gone,” he murmured.