KATHERINE POV
I woke up to a warm breath grazing the back of my neck.
For a split second, I thought I’d left the window open, that maybe the morning breeze was drifting in from the lake. But then I felt it—hot, steady, tingling like a damn promise. Not air. Not wind.
Kyle.
His breath danced against my skin, slow and heavy with sleep, and yet every exhale made my stomach tighten. I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the pale light slipping through the tent walls. I was under a thick blanket, wrapped in warmth… and completely, unapologetically naked.
His arm was draped over me, fingers curled possessively around my breast, thumb grazing my n****e like it belonged there. Like I belonged to him.
My body flushed. Wicked images spinning in my mind.
Last night rushed back in fragments—his mouth
