CHAPTER 43
It was morning already and Jeremy slept off in Natasha's house.
He took her to her room and ended up sleeping in the same bed with her.
Natasha woke up with a jolt, her breath caught in her throat. A strong arm was wrapped tightly around her waist, fingers warm against her skin.
Her heart slammed into her ribs. Her body reacted before her mind did—muscles tensed, breath hitched, throat preparing a scream.
Reid.
She twisted quickly, eyes wide with panic, trying to push free—but then she froze.
Jeremy.
His face was buried into her shoulder, breath steady, the rhythm of sleep deep and undisturbed. A little crease sat between his brows, like even in rest he couldn’t completely relax.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly. The fear hadn't left yet, not entirely. It still hovered
