Cecilia
Six a.m.
My brain floated somewhere between a dream and a hangover, groggy and useless.
I blinked into the early morning light, not quite ready to deal with... reality.
My hand shifted lazily, fingers brushing against warm, smooth skin—firm, male.
My leg was tangled over something solid. Correction: someone solid.
And the second I tried to move, my entire body protested.
A low, involuntary groan slipped from my throat.
Oh. Right.
Memory came rushing back like a tidal wave—hot, wild, and absolutely unfiltered.
I’d had a “preview” last time, sure.But last night? That was the full cinematic experience in IMAX 4D—and I was wrecked.
Even my most ambitious battery-powered purchases didn’t come close. Hell, they weren’t even in the same league.
And ho
