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Alison woke slowly. She was warm and comfortable with Harker"s arm tossed over her chest. Her eyes flew open. Harker’s arm shouldn’t be in here. He shouldn’t be in here, but there he was. Sound asleep on his stomach, his large body stretched out on her bed in her room.
She picked up his arm and dropped it to the side as she sat up. He mumbled something in his sleep as he slid his hand under the pillow. The blankets were around his waist and his back was bare—all that smooth, warm skin begging for her to run her fingers across it.
No. She got out of bed. She wasn’t touching him unless it was to kill him for crawling into her bed when he knew she didn’t want him near her. She tripped over his pants as she headed for the door. The man was a slob. She grabbed them and something fe
