Chapter 3I woke to the soft press of lips against my forehead and a low, warm voice that didn’t belong to the man who had marked me.“Good morning, sunshine. Rise and shine.”For a second I didn’t move. The sheets beneath me were unfamiliar—dark, expensive, carrying the faint scent of rose. My body ached in ways that had nothing to do with alcohol and everything to do with the night before. Memory returned in sharp pieces: the towel dropping, the wall, the couch, Jeremy’s mouth on my mating mark while he moved inside me like he had every right.I opened my eyes.Jeremy Blackwood sat on the edge of the bed, already dressed in black sweatpants and a plain gray T-shirt. His dark hair was still slightly damp, as if he’d showered again. In his hands he held a tray. Toasted bread. Scrambled eggs. A steaming mug of coffee. Breakfast in bed for me.Chris had never done this. Not once in three years. Mornings with him had been silence, the sound of him leaving early for practice, the cold sid
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