#Chapter 164: The Morning After

Agnes I woke to the gentle warmth of sunlight against my eyelids and the feeling of Elijah’s body curved around mine. For a moment, I inhaled deeply, letting reality filter back into my consciousness. The wedding. The confrontation with Olivia and Mason. The sweet surrender in Elijah’s arms afterward. My body ached pleasantly, my muscles sore from a night spent dancing and lovemaking and everything in between. The sheets were tangled around our legs, trapping our body heat beneath the expensive silk. When I shifted, trying to stretch without disturbing Elijah, I felt him stir behind me. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me flush against him. The heat of his skin against my back made my breath catch. Even after everything we’d done last night—and we’d done quite a lot—my body still responded to his touch without hesitation. “Good morning, wife,” he murmured, his lips finding the sensitive spot behind my ear. I shivered but smiled. “Is it sti