The next morning, Marina woke with the hazy fragments of last night still flashing in her mind. Her cheeks warmed instantly, and she buried her face halfway into the pillow.
How am I even this bold? she wondered, the memory playing over again whether she wanted it to or not.
She pushed herself up slightly, glancing around. The bed beneath her wasn't quite king-sized—more like something custom-made, wide enough that twenty people could sleep on it without bumping elbows. But last night, it hadn't been about sleeping.
Her mind stubbornly replayed the moment: the bet, the challenge, the playful but competitive air as she and the others had pitted themselves against Asher… and how he had won. Easily.
The more she thought about it, the hotter her face burned. She let out a small groan and flopped back onto the massive bed, covering her eyes with one arm.
