The morning light filtered softly through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the tangled sheets. Hasley woke first, nestled against Markus’s chest. His arm was draped possessively around her waist, his breathing deep and even. Memories of the night before flooded back—the panic, the relief, the incredible passion that followed. Instead of regret, she felt a deep sense of rightness. This man had seen her at her most vulnerable and still looked at her like she was everything.
Markus stirred, eyes opening to meet hers. A slow, sexy smile spread across his face. “Morning, beautiful.” He pulled her closer, kissing her deeply, morning stubble grazing her skin. “No second thoughts?”
“None,” she whispered, running her hands over his bare chest. “Last night was… intense. In the best way.”
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