Kimberly
The first thing I felt upon waking was warmth an unfamiliar, steady heat that wasn’t the blanket or the soft mattress beneath me. Confused, I shifted slightly, my mind still groggy from sleep.
That was when I felt it… an arm draped securely around my waist, strong and possessive.
My eyes flew open, and I froze in place, my heart thundering in my chest.
Kendrick.
His face was calm, peaceful even, in a way I had never seen before. He was still sound asleep, his features free from the harsh lines of anger or control that usually defined him.
His dark hair was mussed, his breathing even and untroubled. But that wasn’t what caught my attention. It was his proximity.
His body was pressed against mine, and his arm was locked around me as if I belonged there, as if I belonged
