Warmth surrounded me, a cocoon of heat and security that I didn’t want to leave. The steady rise and fall of Tristan’s chest beneath my palm, the slow, rhythmic thud of his heartbeat—everything about him was intoxicating. His arm was draped possessively over my waist, his large hand resting just above my hip, fingers curled slightly as if he feared I would slip away.
But I had no intention of moving.
The memories of last night lingered, leaving a delicious ache in my body. Every touch, every whispered word, every moment of raw passion between us had unraveled me. And now, waking up in his arms, I wasn’t ready to face reality just yet.
I shifted slightly, only for Tristan to tighten his hold, pressing me even closer. His breath was warm against the back of my neck, sending a shiver down
