The alarm sang through the dark bedroom at 4:15 AM, bright and cheerful and completely ignorant of what Cheon Hae-Won had done last night.
Wake up, get up, get out there!
She groaned, face buried against something warm and solid that definitely was not her pillow. Her entire body ached in unfamiliar places. Good aches. The kind that came from being thoroughly used by someone who knew exactly what they were doing.
The alarm kept singing.
Cheon cracked one eye open and discovered that the warm thing beneath her cheek was Rome D'Angelo's bare chest. Her leg was thrown over his hip, her arm draped across his stomach, and absolutely nothing separated their skin.
They were naked.
Both of them.
The memories rushed back in a flood of heat and sensation. His mouth on her. His hands everywhere. The way he'd made her fall apart multiple times. The shower. The second round against the tile. Falling asleep wrapped around him like he was the only solid thing in the world.
