Fawn's POV
I woke slowly, my body still a little achy. The room was still dark, though a sliver of dawn light crept through the curtains.
Blake.
My eyes snapped fully open as I registered the warm, solid body next to mine. He lay on his back, one arm flung overhead, the other resting across his stomach. The sheet had slipped down to his waist, revealing the sculpted plane of his chest and abs. His face was relaxed in sleep, those sharp edges softened, his dark hair mussed in a way I'd never seen during waking hours. The last time we had had s*x, he had left like a thief in the night. I had missed this.
My heart skipped a beat. He looked younger like this. Not vulnerable but softer somewhat.
I shifted slightly, my body instantly reminding me of last night's activities. The soreness bet
