Mark doesn’t remember falling asleep.
He also doesn’t recall shifting in his sleep, but when he stirred, he found himself on his side, his arms wrapped around Kendra tightly. One of her legs was tangled around his, her body molded against him in a way that sent a jolt of heat through his veins. It took Mark a moment to process what was happening, to remind himself that this—whatever this was—was dangerous.
He knew he had to move before someone walked in.
Carefully, he untangled his leg from hers, his movements slow and deliberate to avoid waking her. As soon as he pulled back, Kendra shifted in her sleep, rolling onto her other side with a soft sigh, completely unaware of the internal war raging inside him.
Mark stood for a moment, running a hand down his face. What the hell was he doi
