hirst that grew the more he drank. There was no room to feel self-conscious, no space for hesitation

pping my hips, guiding my movements. Every touch was arousing, every

And when we finally collapsed into a tangle of limbs on his bed, breathless a

tering through the windows, painting g

still asleep beside me, the sheet half-draped across hi

my goodness, he looked so edible with one arm laid across me, he

body against mine, the scent of his cologne, and the comfort of being hel

tching in my throat as flashbacks from th

d my body like it was made of treasure. The way he'd looked at me-int

hing more than a one-night stand. To him. To me. To the universe. No strings.

ess was all the way at the other side of the room and wrinkled. My hair wa

I wasn't looking

the nightstand: 'Thanks for last night, but you couldn

arly morning silence of the city. The streets were just starting to wake up. Coffee shops were unlocking their doors, people were h

th every step. My mind was a mess-too much to feel, too much to process. So I shu

egret but wouldn't repeat. But when I finally op

e lazy smirk and dangerous eyes. His shirt was half-tucked, his hair a charming mess. He looked like si

not the only one who had a good night." Kate laughed and turned to the guy. "Go on, hottie. Thanks for last night." She waited

our floor; it was out of order a couple of days ago but was working as good

g hot and whisky," Kat

past her into the living ro

"You've got that post-orgasm glow, and you're wa

ed a bottle of water from the fridge. "I

"Sure, and I

the subject. "What about your

gh. Probably won't remember my name." Then her eyes soft

sed.

View? Please don't

nst the fridge. "No, I didn't forget.

come by later and help you pack, okay? But for

," I mu

ackage came for you. From your office. It's on the kit

ll, unmarked box sat

t is

er everything, be careful; it

It was plain. No labels. No markings. Just my name on the top in bold black ink.

out it didn'

w. My head was pounding, my body sore in a way that

ets, that damn box stayed on my mind, a nagging reminder that my life was about t