Something warm and solid presses against me, an unrelenting weight that refuses to let me move. I shift slightly, but the grip around me tightens.
I blink, trying to adjust to the morning light streaming through the window, only to realize that I’m wrapped in a tangle of limbs—Caspian’s limbs.
His arm drapes heavily over my waist, his leg hooked over mine, his chest warm against my back. He’s practically caging me in.
I sigh. “Caspian.”
No response.
I wiggle again, attempting to pull my leg free, but his hold only firms.
“Caspian, you need to wake up,” I try again, my voice still groggy from sleep.
A low, lazy hum rumbles from his throat, but he doesn’t move.
“Caspian,” I warn, pressing my elbow lightly against his ribs. “You have business with your father this morning.”
“Father
