Erin woke up with her hand locked with Xander’s. For a moment she was confused, her eyes still heavy, until the memories of last night returned; her fever, the escape, and the way he had cared for her. Her heart swelled as she stared at him, his strong hand still wrapped protectively around hers even in sleep.
Her fever had broken. Her body no longer burned, but her cheeks flushed when she realized what she was wearing. A satin nightgown.
It could only mean one thing.
Xander had changed her clothes.
The thought made her chest tighten with a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. She imagined his steady hands unhooking her damp clothes and sliding the gown over her body. Her blush deepened until she pressed her palms to her face. She almost smacked herself for the impure thought, wishing s
