NADINE'S P.O.V
I was sore… everywhere.
My skin bore the mark of everything Rowan and I did last night. His hand prints were stark on my thighs and sides, and I found hickies in place that I didn't even know they could exist. Every step I took left me with a clearly painted memory of last night and I knew there was no way I'd be able to hide it from the others.
Rowan was already awake when I woke up. He lay behind me, his fingers gently stroking my sides and my hair. He didn't say a word to me, but then again, he didn't have to. Once he noticed I was awake, he kissed me softly before handing me something for breakfast.
"You look good," he drawled, the cone rof his lips curved with some sense of male pride as he watched me.
I wasn't naked, but I wasn't properly dressed either.
