Grace
She woke half-smothered beneath the warmth of a man's weight, the familiar, heavy press of another body curled over hers. It wasn't the first time Grace had found herself entangled with Kaleb in the gray light of morning, but tonight the closeness felt less accidental and more like a natural settling — as if two puzzle pieces had finally eased together.
Kaleb's cheek was tucked against the hollow of her throat, his breath hot and damp where it brushed her skin. Memory flickered unpleasantly: the last time she'd woken like this, his teeth had grazed her. Fear and a strange, guilty curiosity fluttered through her — would he bite her again? Did she even want him not to?
She shifted, careful and small, angling her body so she could draw breath without tasting him. His arms tightened l
