By the time Zara opened her eyes, morning light was already filtering in. Her body was sore in places she didn't even know could ache. She felt as though she had been trampled by a stampede. She winced, rubbing her lower back.
"Ugh… my waist…" she muttered. The vivid memory of last night's madness made her cheeks blaze red. Her eyes flicked to the man beside her, still sleeping soundly, looking far too innocent for the havoc he had caused.
"He really is a devil," she grumbled under her breath, trying to slip out of bed. But before she could move an inch, she was yanked backward, landing against his solid chest.
She gasped and looked down, only to meet his sleepy eyes. She didn't move, not even flexed a muscle.
His husky, half-asleep voice brushed against her ear. "Why not stay a little longer with me?"
