Chapter 175 Abashed

• I woke to the low warmth of sunlight spilling past the drawn curtains. For a long moment, I didn’t move. I stayed very still, cocooned in the ghost of him, and the lingering musk of his skin still clinging to the shirt he’d draped over me last night. It was far too big, hanging off one shoulder. The hem brushed the tops of my bare thighs, teasing a reminder that there was nothing beneath it.
• His mark throbbed faintly at my inner thigh where his mouth had claimed me, a deep ache that seemed to pulse with every slow beat of my heart.
• I lay there, breathing him in and curled my fingers in the loose fabric at my waist, as my mind replayed fragments of the night, his mouth at my throat, and the heat in his eyes. I could almost feel the press of his hand again, grounding me, claiming me.