[Celeste]
"Mmm," I groaned, shifting slightly as the feel of a warm, solid surface drew me in closer. My hands instinctively clutched at the heat, my face nuzzling into it. "So warm..." I mumbled sleepily, unwilling to open my eyes just yet. It almost felt like a dream...
But then it moved.
A deep voice, rich with amusement spoke. "Good morning."
My eyes snapped open, my entire body jerking back as I registered what I was lying against. There, propped casually against a mountain of pillows, was Mr. Ryder. Shirtless. The duvet rested halfway down his wide, muscular torso, revealing a broad chest dusted lightly with hair and a faint scar that traced along his left chest.
I scrambled to sit upright, clutching the nearest edge of the duvet around me as though it could shield me from
