CHAPTER 22
THE ALARM WENT off at six, interrupting a delicious dream where Blake had wrapped himself around me from behind, one hand on my stomach and the other tangled in my hair. His breath tickled my ear as he slept through the opening beats of Rihanna’s “Shut Up and Drive” playing from his phone, but when I opened my eyes to hit the snooze button, I found the arm resting on my side all too real. Maybe being awake wasn’t so bad?
“Ten more minutes,” Blake mumbled.
Who was I to argue with that?
Last night, as I’d scurried off to the bathroom to put on a pair of pyjamas, Blake had stripped off everything but his boxers and climbed under the quilt. And right now, I could feel every hot, perfectly formed muscle in his chest and legs as they pressed against me. And that wasn’t all I felt.
