I woke in a tangle of limbs and warmth, the scent of Asher—filling my lungs. His arm was heavy across my waist, fingers splayed protectively over my bare stomach.
The dorm was still dark, the first gray wash of dawn just starting to seep around the curtains.
For a moment, I let myself stay there, eyes closed, listening to the steady thump of his heart against my back.
Last night felt both impossibly real and like some fevered dream. My body ached in places I’d never known could ache, but it was a good ache, a memory of pleasure that made me flush even now.
I shifted, careful not to disturb him, but his arm tightened, pinning me in place.
“Mmm,” he mumbled, voice rough with sleep. “Where do you think you’re going?”
I twisted to face him, biting my lip. His hair was tousled, his eyes
