The sex hadn't been planned, but it had been explosive, leaving Violet more than a little over the moon. When they finally stepped out of the bathroom, steam still clinging to their skin, Violet's body tingled with the memory of their mouths and hands, every nerve alive as if the bond itself were humming through her veins.
Roman was toweling his hair when he caught sight of her, a wicked grin spreading. "Is it just me, or is our mate actually glowing right now?"
Griffin, bent over as he tugged his briefs up his sculpted ass, shot her a look over his shoulder. His brow arched. "That doesn't just look like an afterglow."
Violet blinked down and nearly yelped. Her hands were glowing. Literally. Oh, hell.
Roman's grin split wide. "I knew it. Someone's emotions are spilling everywhere, she's literally glowing from the afterglow." He leaned closer, wicked amusement dancing in his green eyes. "Tell me, Violet, was the sex that good?"
