Fucking ow…
I had been right to assume that I'd be sore after some rest. It couldn't have been six hours since I'd fallen asleep and there was already pain in my abdominal muscles and my thighs, like I'd had a rigorous workout.
For all intents and purposes, I did.
Pushing myself up from Marco's body with sore arms, I caught him watching me with his fingers still tangled in my hair.
"You didn't sleep?" It was still dark outside but the bedside clock said three in the morning. He made a noncommittal sound of confirmation, brushing the black locks out of my face as he watched me under the light of the full moon streaming through his windows.
"How do you feel?"
Like I'm fighting off rigor mortis and losing.
"Good," I lied smoothly, blinking at him with sleepy eyes. Marco's gaze felt so intense sometimes, like he could see right through me and read all my secrets, but it was that same intensity that made it impossible for me to look away.
