Until I woke up hours later and all hell broke loose.
Because somewhere between the goblins and the sunrise, this man fully decided my body was his pillow.
His arm was slung across my waist. His leg was tangled with mine like a possessive vine. His chest—bare, warm, dangerous—was pressed to my back. His breath was at my neck.
And then I felt it. The lingering heat. The soft, tingling sting on my neck.
I sat up. Yanked the blanket. Sat to the bronze mirror in the corner of my emergency black purse.
A kiss mark. On my neck. Bright. Bold. Obscene.
What the f**k?
When I turned around, he was awake. Watching me. Smirking.
“What did you do in your sleep?!” I shrieked.
He stretched slowly. Like a predator. “Nothing. I merely slept. You must’ve rolled onto me.”
“You BIT ME WITH YOUR LIPS
