Violet’s POV Sunlight snuck across my eyelids, and it wasn't gentle or subtle it was like the universe itself wanted to remind me of all my crimes and I groaned, trying to burrow deeper into the pillow that smelled like cold night air and sex. Except the pillow had a heartbeat. A slow, steady thump-thump-thump right beneath my ear. My eyes snapped open. I was draped over a chest. A very naked, very male, very Dax chest. Broad, inked, scarred in places that told stories I suddenly wanted to trace with my tongue. One heavy arm was locked around my waist and the other was tucked beneath the pillow, fingers curled possessively into my hair even in sleep. His skin was cool, but the places where we touched burned. I tried to move. Bad idea. His arm flexed, dragging me flush against him. My bare breasts crushed to his ribs, my thigh sliding over his, and oh sweet goddess, there it was, morning wood, thick and rigid and pressed insistently against my stomach like it was saying
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