Juliette's Point of View
Warmth. That was the first thing I noticed.
I was wrapped in something solid. Something that smelled like pine and whiskey and something uniquely masculine.
My eyes fluttered open.
And I froze.
Lucian's face was inches from mine. His arm was locked around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. Our legs were tangled together under the sheets. My hand was pressed flat against his bare skin, right over his heartbeat.
When did we end up like this?
I tried to remember falling asleep. I'd been waiting for him. He'd come in smelling like alcohol. And then... nothing. I must have passed out.
But somehow during the night, we'd ended up wrapped around each other like vines.
My cheeks burned.
I should move. Should untangle myself before he woke up and things
