Audrey's POV I blinked awake to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains, my body still warm and pleasantly sore from the night before. The sheets tangled around my legs, and beside me, Logan lay on his back, one arm flung above his head, the other resting loosely across his stomach. His chest rose and fell in a slow, steady rhythm, and I let my eyes linger on the sharp line of his jaw, the faint stubble that had grown overnight, the way his lashes cast tiny shadows on his cheeks.He looked peaceful and exhausted, too. Last night had been intense, and the memory of his hands gripping my hips, his voice rough in my ear, sent a small shiver through me. I shifted closer, propping myself on one elbow to study him more closely. The sheet had slipped low on his hips, revealing the defined cut of his abdomen and the dark trail of hair leading downward. My gaze followed it, and a slow, wicked idea began to form.I waited a few minutes, watching for any sign that he might stir
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