Letty finally woke up. The first sensation was relief: the agonizing aches and burning heat were gone. The fever had finally broken. Her mind was clear, her breathing even, and she felt profoundly, utterly rested.
The second sensation was weight. A comforting, solid weight was draped across her small body, trapping her against the pillows.
She shifted slightly. Her head was tucked against a hard, warm surface, and her nose was filled with the familiar, intoxicating scent of Dante’s cologne and skin. She was still in her bed, wearing the oversized pajamas, wrapped securely in his arm.
Letty slowly looked up. Dante was asleep, his massive frame utterly relaxed. His dark, messy hair was tousled, his jaw smooth in slumber, and his strong arm lay heavily across her.
The realization washed o
