Eli
I wake to weight pressing me into the mattress. Not the suffocating press of someone who means to hold you down. This is different. Heavy, yes, but steady and solid.
Ronan is sprawled half over me, one arm hooked tight around my waist, his thigh pinning both of mine like I might try to bolt in my sleep. His chest is pressed to my back, heat soaking into my skin.
The bond hums, low and content, like a cat purring inside my ribs.
For a long moment, I just lie there. Breathing him in. His scent wraps around me until I can’t tell where it ends and I begin. It seeps into every thought, into every slow inhale, until the edges of me feel blurred.
I should shove him off. Make some noise. Break the spell before it can sink deeper. But I don’t. Instead, I take the rare opportunity to allow
