Sansa's POV
I woke with a heaviness in my limbs, the kind that wasn't unpleasant but left a faint ache running through me. My body felt claimed, branded from the inside out, and though I should've felt shame, what I felt instead was… want. Dangerous, impossible, consuming want.
I shifted carefully, untangling myself from Alex's arm draped across my waist. He didn't stir. His chest rose and fell with the kind of calm that only made me want to trace every line of him again. But I forced myself to slip free.
I stretched, biting back a groan at how sore I really was, then padded quietly across the room. The urge to shower tugged at me, but when I opened the next door, I stopped dead.
It wasn't just a bathroom. It was an entire space—larger than my bedroom at home. A marble tub, wide enough for two, gleamed at the center, steam curling from its surface. I let out a laugh under my breath. Of course, Alex Colton's bathroom looked like a spa retreat.
