Waking up in someone else’s bed after good s*x is wild.
Waking up in your own bed with a king wrapped around you like a space heater is… a whole new level.
It was the quiet that did it. No alarm, no traffic, no upstairs neighbor thumping around. Just soft crackling from the low fire and slow, steady breathing right against my ear.
For a second, I thought I’d fallen asleep on the couch again with one of my fantasy books over my face and this was just my brain doing fanfic.
Then I tried to move and realized my leg was pinned by a very real, very heavy thigh.
Oh. Right.
Last night came back in a warm rush and I made an involuntary little sound that was half-groan, half-laugh.
“Mm,” Evren said, voice rough. “Do that again.”
His chest vibrated against my back. We were spooning. Full-bod
