Warmth.
Too much warmth.
That was the first thing I felt. A heavy, overwhelming heat pressed along my spine and across my legs. I groaned, shifting slightly, only to feel strong arms tighten around me.
“Do not move too fast,” Nathan murmured above my head.
My eyes cracked open.
I was in his lap. Again. My cheek pressed to his chest. His hand stroked my back in slow, soothing lines that almost made me fall asleep all over again.
Ugh.
I squinted up at him. “You are too warm.”
His mouth twitched. “You kept reaching for me.”
“Lies,” I muttered.
“You did,” he said softly. His thumb brushed the back of my neck. “Even unconscious.”
I blinked, brain still foggy. The room looked dim, lit mostly by candles. Someone had cleared away the maps and papers. Ember slept curled up on the far cou
