Debbie.
It was morning already. My eyes stirred open. The ceiling—it wasn’t familiar. But it wasn't strange.
The memories of last night did justice, flashing images that sent vibrations to my core.
Rex had honoured my request. He didn’t send me back to my room. He had let me sleep here.
I stirred just enough, and all my aches—all of them—were gone. Maybe. But I would fully know when I finally stood up.
I stirred again, and I felt something restricting me by my waist.
My gaze went down, and I saw it.
A strong, firm, veiny arm wrapped loosely around my waist—undeniably Rex’s.
I turned around, his hand loose, enabling me to. My face was close, just inches away from his. He was still sleeping. So peacefully.
I don't know if it was me, but Rex—he looked like someone who had been throug
