Chapter 4: Morning After Mischief
Chapter 4: Morning After Mischief Sarah woke slowly, sunlight slipping past the gauzy curtains and dancing across her bare shoulders. Her hair was a glorious mess, splayed across the pillow like golden waves, and the scent of him — warm skin, musk, and salt — still lingered on the sheets. She stretched, a soft groan escaping her lips as she became aware of every delicious ache in her body. Last night had been… something else. Not just hot. Not just loud. But transformative. The kind of night that rewired something inside you. She rolled over. Mr. Salty was already awake, propped on one elbow, gazing at her like she was the sunrise itself. “Morning, trouble,” he said with that same smirk that had almost gotten him into trouble in the first place. Sarah blinked at him, then grinned. “That’s Miss Trouble to you.” He reached out, brushed a strand of hair from her cheek, and let his fingers trail lightly down her collarbone. “You’re even more dangerous by daylight.” “...