Ayla's POV
I woke suddenly in the middle of the night, my heart racing for no clear reason. The room was dark except for moonlight streaming through the window. And I was completely tangled up with Arkon.
His arm was wrapped around my waist, his hand resting just above my hip where my t-shirt had ridden up. My back was pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my neck. One of his legs had hooked over mine, pinning me against him.
This was definitely not how we had fallen asleep.
I should move. Pull away. Put some distance between us.
But Arkon's arm tightened around my waist, and I heard him make a sound in his sleep, something between a sigh and a contented hum and the bond flared warmly.
Maybe I could just stay here for a few more minutes. He was still asleep. He would nev
