Kelsey’s POV

Streaks of morning light cut through the blinds of the guest room, cutting thin yellow lines across the white bed.

Every muscle in my body felt heavy, sensitive, and deeply sore. When I shifted, a sharp, throbbing heat flared up between my legs. It was a lingering reminder of last night—of how hard he had pinned me down, how deep he had filled me, and the unbelievable reality of who had actually been touching me on that couch.

Cole.

The name echoed in my head, sending a violent rush of heat straight to my stomach.

I lay there for a long time, staring up at the plain ceiling,...