HAZEL
We lay tangled together in the sheets, our breathing finally settling into something resembling normal. His arm draped across my waist, possessive even in the quiet. The room smelled like sex and sweat and something else I couldn't quite name. Something that made my skin prickle despite the warmth.
I turned my head to look at him. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed in a way I'd never seen before. Peaceful. Almost boyish. It didn't match the man who'd just fucked me like he was trying to erase every other touch I'd ever felt.
"You should prepare to leave soon." The words came out rougher than I intended. "I'm sure my mother will not take kindly to seeing you here. And she will come soon."
His eyes opened. A slow smile spread across his face. "But you ruined my shirt."
I couldn't help the small laugh that escaped. "I have a black shirt. I doubt anyone will notice the difference."
