Lena never remembered falling asleep only fragments of heat, hands, mouths, kisses that had nearly undone her. But when she woke, it wasn’t the memory of desire that rattled her awake.
It was the smell of food.
And laughter.
Her eyes flew open.
Oh no.
She sat up too fast, sheets tangling around her as last night crashed back into her mind like a tidal wave. Silas’s mouth on her throat. Damian’s hands holding her steady. The three of them tumbling into her bedroom in a blur of heat and reckless want followed by a shower she’d been far too overwhelmed to analyze.
She clapped a hand over her face.
“Oh God. I didn’t just…”
Her voice cracked.
“I did. I really did.”
She had slept with two men. Two impossibly gorgeous, deeply intense, addictively compelling men. And the way she felt thi
