Anne looked through the tall, French window and saw the sky had started turning grey. Which meant she hadn’t slept for more than three hours. Last night after they had dinner they went to Devon’s apartment. And they Definitely didn’t go to sleep afterwards.
She sat up carefully in the bed and glanced at Devon who was sleeping next to her. He always woke up very easily, but this time she was doing her best not to move too much and startle him.
He was naked from the waist up, his legs entangled in the sheets and his hair was messy and spilt on the pillow.
He looked hot as hell.
The tattoos covered his back entirely and Anne found herself wanting to trace the outlines of the ink. Anne outstretched her hand very carefully and touched Devon’s back.
She still felt him all over her, and
