Noah lay still, watching the afternoon lights cast shadows across the room. Sage's leg was on top of his pelvis while her hand lay on his chest. It wasn't that he didn't want to sleep; he just couldn't.
The energy humming through his veins was persistent, a current that wouldn't quiet. Every orgasm she'd had had fed something in him, filled reservoirs he hadn't known were empty. His body thrummed with it now, alert and restless, while beside him Sage had surrendered to exhaustion without a fight.
He traced the curve of her shoulder with his gaze, following the scattered freckles down her arm. Her breathing had deepened into the slow rhythm of sleep, her face slack and peaceful against the ruined pillow. She looked younger like this, softer. The sharp wit and stubborn defiance temporarily tucked away.
