~Oreva~
The first thing that hits me is a sound. Slow and rhythmic. warmth that shouldn’t feel this good engulfs me and I wonder why this seems so wrong. My lashes flutter open, and for a second, I don’t move.
Then my brain catches up. I’m not alone....
My cheek is resting against something warm and rock-hard.... Definitely not a pillow. I blink, almost scurrying off in fright till my eyes adjust to the light in the room.
A bare chest.
A very bare muscular chest kissed by the bright morning sun streaming through the drapes.
Muscles shift under my palm as he breathes, his heartbeat steady beneath his smooth skin marked with faint scars and a tattoo depicting the moon carved on his chest. It feels like a dream but no matter how hard I pinch myself, I can't seem to wake up.
I'm in b
