Chapter Four
The following morning, Mallory woke up feeling sore in all the right places. Memories came flooding back into her consciousness, and she smiled. Utterly satiated, she stretched, then gasped as her fingertips brushed against something warm. Someone, actually.
She turned her head, and her mouth dropped open as she took in the sight of Erasmus beside her. His hair was mussed, and he’d pushed the duvet down a little, giving her a delightful glimpse of his broad shoulders, biceps and pecs. After a moment of watching him sleep, his sensual lips slightly parted, she tore her gaze away and tried to calm her racing heart. It wasn’t that she was displeased he was still there as such, more that she was utterly dumbfounded. She’d never had a one-night encounter before where she’d woken
