By time morning rolls around, I’m sweating again.
It feels like there’s a weighted blanket draped around my waist, heavy and strong, pinning me to the bed.
It takes a second for me to realize the heavy weight is Kieran’s arm.
He nuzzles into the back of my neck, his voice groggy and rough, laced with sleep, “Go back to sleep.”
Something tugs at my chest. He isn’t freaked out by my outburst last night?
He presses a little kiss to my neck, pulling my body tighter against him. My heart sizzles and burns.
“Are you okay?” His voice sounds so sexy in the morning. I can tell his eyes are closed, he mustn’t have been awake for too long. And yet, the first thing he does is check in with me.
My voice comes out small, “I’m feeling better, yeah.”
He presses another kiss to my neck, and I f
