After the wild, chaotic and romantic hours of sex, Parker and Tessa passed out in each other's arms, tangled in the mess of sheets on the oversized bed. Their bare skin pressed together, her head resting on his chest like it was the most natural place in the world. The way her breath matched the rhythm of his heartbeat—it was almost too perfect.
The afternoon light was shifting to an orangey glow outside, throwing streaks of warmth across the room. They both looked wrecked—like two people who'd lived a whole lifetime of adrenaline in a single day.
At some point, Parker dozed off, lulled by the softness of her touch and the way her fingers lightly traced patterns on his skin.
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When Parker woke up, the first thing he noticed was how empty the bed felt. His hand brushed over the cool spot where Tessa had been, and he frowned. For a split second, panic kicked in, but then he caught the faint sound of running water.
The bathroom...
