The morning light filters through the blinds, soft and golden, hitting my skin as I stretch out in the guest bed. My body's still humming from last night...every muscle sore in the best way, a delicious ache between my thighs that reminds me of Damon's c**k stretching me wide. I can still taste him on my tongue, feel the ghost of his hands gripping my hips.
Sarah's room is quiet next door; she must be up already, the sound of running water echoing from the bathroom upstairs. A long bath...that's her ritual, especially after a late night like hers. She texted around 2 a.m. that she was crashing, oblivious to the storm of sweat and moans that had rocked this house just hours before.
I slip out of bed, naked under the sheets, and grab one of Damon's button-downs from the laundry basket in
