She woke to sunlight, a heavy arm across her waist, and the delicious, terrifying certainty that she was not alone.
For one drowsy moment she did not remember. Then all of it arrived at once, in a slow hot flood that began at her toes and ended at her ears, and she lay rigid beneath the blankets with her eyes squeezed shut, thinking, oh no. I did that. I actually did that.
"You are thinking very loudly," said a voice at her ear, warm and rough with sleep.
"I am not."
"You are. It is like having a bell rung inside my skull." The arm tightened, and there was a smile in the words, a lazy, astonished smile she could feel in her own mouth. "And you are blushing. All of you. I can feel it."
"This is a violation," Ariana told the ceiling, and pulled the blanket over her head. "There should b
