I groaned quietly due to the pain in my calf, opening my eyes and panicking when I found myself cuddling him for the second time. We were lying on our sides facing each other and I had my head pressed against his chest. His left arm was wrapped around my waist, which prevented me from moving, and every inch of the front half of our bodies were connected.
"Morning," he muttered and my body stiffened at the sound of his voice. He's willingly holding me so intimately? Does he find this amusing? Why's he doing this?
"Zander! What are you doing?" I squeaked, heat filling my face as I leaned my head back to look at him. He felt my movement and looked down at me, our faces extremely close.
"You hit me in your sleep, several times, and you were crying. I grabbed you to wake you up, but you just
