ANDREA’S POV I woke slowly, sunlight filtering through the curtains and warming my bare skin. My body ached in the most delicious way, a pleasant soreness between my thighs and in muscles I had not used in years. For a moment I lay still, blinking at the ceiling, heart racing as memories from last night flooded back. Ryder’s hands, his mouth, the way he had touched me like he had been starving for me. It had not been a dream. I turned my head and found him sleeping beside me, one arm draped across the pillow, chest rising and falling in steady rhythm. He looked peaceful like this, face relaxed, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. I studied the strong line of his jaw, the slight stubble that had scraped deliciously against my skin hours earlier, the broad shoulders and defined chest that had held me so securely. A rush of warmth filled me. I was glad to have him. Glad he had been there last night when the weight of my past threatened to crush me. But love? I pushed the word awa
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