Lost in the warmth, neither of them realized when they slept off...
The next morning, the cold air still had a warmth from the echo of what happened the night before.
Roland stirred.
His arms had still been around her when he drifted off, her soft breaths steady against his collarbone.
Now, the spot beside him was cold.
Leah’s warmth faded from his lap, but her scent; a sweet, earthy mix of sweat and salt, something that felt uniquely hers, still lingered with him like a dream he didn’t want to end.
He sat up slowly and stretched, raking a hand through his unruly hair that was still tangled from her fingers.
A slow, stupid grin spread across his face.
“I kissed Leah.”
No…they kissed each other. Not out of pity or confusion, but real feeling. Real heat. Real connection.
His chest
