Juniper’s POV
I wake up much like I have been waking up for the last few weeks, safe and warm in Archer’s embrace. My back is pressed against his firm chest, his arm slung over my waist and his face tucked into the curve of my neck. It is weird how comfortable I feel in this position, when I have never really been much of a cuddler. Now, it would feel wrong if Archer wasn’t my human blanket all night long.
His warm breath fanning my neck sends little tingles down my spine, while I am asleep it soothes me. But now, as I am fully awake and aware; I find that it is making me want more of what we had last night. I press my thighs together in an attempt to tamp down my going desire.
In my attempt to squelch my growing need, I fail to notice when Archer’s breathing has changed. Hi
