I woke up to the weight of Mark’s arm draped across my waist, his body warm and solid behind me. The room was still dim, the sky outside a deep shade of blue, just before dawn. The storm had passed, leaving the air thick and humid.
For a moment, I just lay there, my body sore in the best way possible. The events of the night replayed in my mind—his touch, the way he had moved against me, the way he had made me feel. My lips tingle at the memory of his kisses. I stared at the way his dark hair touched his temples. Not even a hint of white on those dark hair of his, his genes must be strong.
I turned slightly, shifting under his arm. He grumbled something incoherent and tightened his grip, pulling me back against his chest.
Wow. That’s new. Am I dreaming?
I smiled. “Are you awake?”
Sile
