Light touches feather on my back, sending tingles down my spine. I shiver, yawning lightly as I wake up from the best sleep of my life. "Morning baby," a gruff voice says above me. It takes me a moment to remember that I crawled into his bed last night, and when I do, it has me reeling from embarrassment. I don't move, hoping to vanish back into my bedroom and wind back time so that I never crept into his bed while he was asleep like a crazy person. He chuckles at me, low and hoarse. "I know you're awake, Lottie." Still, I don't move. "Fine, you want to play that game, huh?" He speaks in a sultry tone, which has me regretting pretending to be asleep. I have no idea what he means, but his fingers under my sleep shirt, that before were moving oh so delicately against my back, begin to trail
