Laura
I woke up feeling groggy, the kind of heavy exhaustion that made it hard to move. As I shifted slightly, I became aware of David’s arm wrapped tightly around me, his chest rising and falling steadily against my back. His body heat was overwhelming, making me feel sticky and sweaty, but I didn’t have the heart to pull away.
I turned my head slightly, catching a glimpse of his sleeping face. His dark lashes rested against his cheek, his jawline sharp and defined even in rest. Everything about him radiated strength and masculinity—his broad shoulders, the hint of muscles under his T-shirt, the slight scruff on his face.
“God help me,” I muttered under my breath. I knew better than to fall for him, but how could I not? He was perfect, and that was the problem. Perfect and unattainabl
