Chapter 92
The Morning After
(Maya’s POV)
The light was soft when I opened my eyes. Pale gold spilling across the sheets. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. Then the scent hit me.
Cedar. Whiskey. Him.
Axel.
Memories of last night rushed back. The vineyard, his hands, his mouth, the way he’d looked at me like I was both salvation and sin. My stomach twisted as I turned toward the other side of the bed.
He was sitting at the edge, shirtless, fastening the buttons on his cufflinks. His tie hung loose around his neck.
He wasn’t gone.
Not yet.
I sat up slowly, clutching the sheet to my chest. “You’re awake.”
He didn’t look at me. “I’ve been awake for a while.”
I waited, hoping he’d say more. He didn’t.
“Last night…” I started, but my voice trailed off.
He glanced over hi
