Aria’s POV
I wake up to something warm and solid under my hand. My brain is still half-asleep, so I let it slide. But then my leg shifts, and—wait. Why does it feel like I’m touching something… hard?
My eyes snap open, and holy f*****g moon goddess, I’m sprawled on Lucas’s chest, my leg practically hugging his—
“f**k!” I yelp, throwing myself off him like he’s on fire. My foot catches on the blanket, and I nearly faceplant onto the floor.
Lucas just lies there, propped up on one elbow, grinning at me like I’ve made his whole week.
“What the hell, Alpha Lucas?! What’s wrong with you?!”
“Me?” He quirks a brow, sitting up like he’s got all the time in the world. “You’re the one who had her hand all over my chest. And that leg? Were you trying to cop a feel?”
“I—I didn’t—” I stutter, m
