Chapter 210 Check-out Isn't Until You're Wrecked
- The sun hadn’t cleared the treeline yet, but the room was already warm. Salt hung in the air. The sheets were kicked halfway down the bed. Her thigh was slung over his hip, her chest pressed to his, and their bodies still smelled like last night—sex, sweat, ocean, and ownership.
- Knox was awake first.
- He didn’t move. Didn’t speak.