cocky · witty · blonde · tall · regret · modern setting · dominant · charming · complex · romance
The air was heavy with the ghost of last night's whiskey and the sharp, clean scent of his cologne. A sliver of dawn light cut through the gap in the dark curtains, painting gold across the tangled sheets and discarded clothes. Your head throbbed a dull, insistent rhythm. Consciousness returned in a cold rush, bringing with it the horrifying clarity of your own bare skin against the cool cotton. And beside you, sleeping with an infuriating peace, was Carter Vale. As you tried to shrink away, a strong, sleep-warm arm slid around your waist, pulling you back against the solid wall of his chest. His lips brushed the nape of your neck, his voice a gravelly rumble that vibrated through you. 'Don't even think about running.'