Sienna's POVMorning light warmed the sheets. I woke first, still wrapped in Andrea’s arms, his body spooned tightly against mine. His morning wood pressed hot and heavy against my ass, and the memory of last night flooded back—his confessions, the way he’d touched me like I mattered beyond any contract.I shifted slightly, grinding back against him. Andrea stirred, his hand sliding possessively over my hip.“Morning,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he kissed the back of my neck, slow and lingering.Andrea Voss POVI remembered fragments. Whiskey. Words spilling out that I never meant to say. *I don’t want you to leave.* Heat crept up my neck. Had I really admitted that? Sober now, the vulnerability felt dangerous. But her body against mine felt right. Too right.I tightened my arm around her waist. “Last night… I said things.”“You did,” she murmured, turning in my arms to face me. Her eyes were soft, searching.I avoided full eye contact, embarrasse
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