Jake’s POV

I woke up first, and for a few seconds I didn’t know where I was. Dim light peeked through the edges of the door. The air still smelled like sex mixed with our scent. My neck ached from the angle I’d slept in on the narrow bed. Then the warm weight against my side registered—soft skin, bare thigh hooked over mine, slow breathing against my chest.

The woman from last night.

I looked down at her, her dark hair tangled across my shoulder. One of her arms was draped over my stomach. The dress she’d been wearing was still in a heap on the floor. My jeans were...