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Logan woke up boiling hot. She could barely breathe. Groggily, she moved to shove her blanket away, but it didn’t give at all. Startled, she realized her blanket was flesh and blood. Very n***d flesh. Cracking her eyelids open wider, she saw Connell pressed against her, fast asleep.
He was wrapped around her like a vine, somehow managing not to smother her with his massive bulk as he slept. And not quietly either. His breath was a low-frequency whistle that wasn’t quite a snore. In fact, he sounded like her dog Nico used to when he slept at the foot of her bed as a child.
Sighing, she watched Connell sleep with a mixture of anxiety and satisfaction. He was an amazing lover. She was glad that he had been her first. There was a sense of rightness being there with him, touching him. He
