Morning light streamed through the large cabin windows, but the night’s sins clung to the walls like a heavy fog. Olivia sat at the edge of the bed, barely dressed in one of Ethan’s oversized shirts, though it did nothing to cover the bite marks Cole had left on her thighs.
Ethan was in the bathroom, the shower running.
He hadn’t said much.
Last night had stripped something from him—control, pride, maybe both. She should have felt guilty. Instead, she felt electric. Like her skin had been peeled back and nothing could dull her now.
She didn’t even flinch when the bedroom door opened without a knock.
Cole.
He stood in the doorway, casually shirtless, sweatpants hanging dangerously low. His eyes swept over her bare legs, the possessive grin curling his lips when he saw she hadn’t bothe
