Elora's POV

I turned in bed slowly, still warm and lazy in the sheets. My body ached in the best way possible, a quiet, pulsing reminder of the night before. My legs brushed against the soft sheets, and I sighed.

The memorable events of last night flashed across my mind, but my eyes were still closed. A smile tugged at my lips.

God, his kisses.

I could have sworn it was a dream if I wasn’t still lying on these soft silk sheets with his rich oud cologne flooding my nostrils. And senses.

I bit my bottom lip, replaying the way Rowen had kissed me. He kissed me like he...