Laurel woke to warmth and pain. Confused, she struggled through layers of sleep. Sebastian’s scent surrounded her, soothing the disquiet that lingered from dreams she couldn’t quite remember. One big hand cradled her head, and she could feel the faint warmth of his breath stirring the hair at her temple. Everything hurt, but tangled up with him, still more than half asleep, she couldn’t find the willpower to do more than burrow closer, skin to skin.
“Laurel?”
On a groan, she tucked tighter against him. “You need a new mattress.”
“You’re awake. Thank God.” His voice was ragged, fraught with an exhaustion and relief that didn’t make any sense to her.
Dragging herself the rest of the way awake, she opened her eyes.
They weren’t at his house. They weren’t even in a bed. And he didn’t need
