When Nina woke later on that morning, she was being held securely against a strong and broad chest. Draven was spooning her from behind, his arms around her ribs and shoulders. Turning in his arms, he moved to his back, and she laid on his chest. His arms never left her, as hers went around him, and she drifted back to sleep. When Nina woke again, Draven was still holding her. Raising her head to look at him, she saw that he was awake.
“Hey,” she said softly, resting her cheek on her hand that laid on his chest.
He looked into her beautiful turquoise eyes, “Hey,” and pushed her hair away from her face.
“What time is it?”
He raised his arm with his watch, “Fourteen-thirty-two.”
“f**k, I missed my dance class.”
“Where I was supposed to meet you?”
She nodded.
He smiled, “Well, with wh
