I floated out of a drowsy, deep sleep, where I was completely comfortable, warm, and safe.
Shit.
I shot up; those were things I should not been feeling when I awoke. Emotions I had not felt outside my dreams when my traitorous mind dug up memories of my loved ones and tricked me into believing they were real. But when I jolted out of those, back to my cruel reality, I was only left with an icy chill that rattled my b.ones themselves, not the warmth I was still feeling.
My hand tensed against something warm and hard—Ezra’s chest.
I blinked as the memories of last night unfurled, and heat rushed to my cheeks.
Ezra took my hand in his and kissed the back of it. “Good morning,” he rumbled while I was still trying to get my bearings. The fire was mostly ash, and the sky outside black. “It
