Jenny woke up the next morning, feeling like something was very strange. She opened her eyes, blinked at the coffee table right in front of her.
I’m in the living room?
That was when she felt the steady rise and fall of breath under her, and she realized that she was lying on top of Chris, and his arms were around her lower back. They were both fully clothed, but somehow that didn’t make the slightest bit of difference to her: she felt every inch of his body against hers, and he was huge and hot.
Oh, God. I kissed him last night, then I lost it. I must have passed out from the panic attack – I remember barely being able to suck in a breath. Dammit.
Slowly, she turned her head to look at Chris. He was still sleeping, and she propped up her chin on her hand and examined his face in the e
