The expensive, luxurious mattress might have been comfortable, but Sunny was groggy when she opened her eyes the following morning. They only widened when she realized where she lay and next to whom.
The gorgeous, charming, sexy Magnus Karlsen.
Her fiancé.
Sometime during the night, she had shifted over to Magnus, and his arms were wrapped warmly around her, holding her like a precious trophy against his bare chest. His even breathing told her he was asleep, and Sunny really wanted him to stay that way. Beneath the sheet, her shirt had ridden up well past her hips, and her leg was tangled around his, and his hips cradling her back.
A more carefree side of Sunny said to go back to sleep and enjoy being held so close to his heat and protected by his broad chest. But her realistic side po
