ISABELLE
I woke to sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows and the warmth of Matt’s body wrapped around mine.
His arm was draped across my waist, his chest pressed against my back, his breath soft and even against my neck. For a moment, I just lay there, savoring the unfamiliar comfort of waking up next to someone who made me feel safe.
His hand moved, fingers tracing lazy patterns on my stomach, and I realized he was awake.
“Good morning,” I whispered.
“Morning.” His voice was rough with sleep, sending shivers down my spine. His hand slid higher, cupping my breast through the silk pajama top. “Sleep well?”
“Very.”
“Good.” He pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Because I plan on making sure you’re very awake now.”
Heat pooled low in my stomach as his thumb brushed over
