When I finally woke again, the room was quiet.
Morning light had shifted higher across the walls, spilling softly through the curtains. For a moment I just lay there, letting the calm settle over me.
Something warm and hard surrounded me.
Then I realized why.
Zayne.
His arm was still wrapped around my waist, his body pressed flush against mine where we'd fallen asleep again. His breathing was deep and even, his chest rising slowly against my back.
The future Alpha of the Silver Ridge pack—fast asleep.
I shifted slightly, trying not to wake him.
The movement made his arm tighten instinctively, pulling me closer. That's when I felt it—hard and insistent against my lower back. Zayne was hard.
My breath caught in my throat.
His grip loosened again a moment later, but his body shifted
