Shay:
I woke up to warmth. A steady, solid heat wrapped around me, keeping me cocooned in comfort. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was.
The bed was softer than I was used to, and the scent surrounding me—clean soap, leather, and something undeniably *him*—wasn’t familiar. Not in the way a bed should be.
Then it hit me.
Saint.
My eyes fluttered open, the dim morning light barely breaking through the curtains. My cheek was pressed against a firm chest, my hand splayed over warm skin. My breath caught.
Somehow, at some point in the night, I had curled into him. Or maybe he had pulled me close—I wasn’t sure. But his arm was draped protectively around my waist, fingers resting just above my hipbone.
I swallowed hard, my pulse thrumming in my ears.
He was still asle
