Jaxon swung his legs out of bed. “I’m going to clean up.”

My eyes raked over his muscled body, mesmerized by the hard planes, the ridges of his six-pack, and the narrow V of his hips. I was attracted to his body, which was a relief. I looked away. I had been staring too long anyway. I slid out of bed, taking in the mess on the linens. A small mortified sound slipped out of me.

“Are you all right?” Jaxon rumbled somewhere behind me.

I turned, grimacing. “Do we really have to show these sheets?” “That was the point of us sleeping together.”

Ouch. “So, you only slept with...