[Meredith].
I woke up feeling like my body had been wrung out and put back together again.
The pleasant kind of exhaustion—the kind that lingered deep in my bones, heavy and warm, reminding me that the night before had been very real, very intense, and very much Draven.
His arm was wrapped securely around my waist, possessive even in sleep. My cheek rested against his bare chest, his steady heartbeat thrumming beneath my ear like an anchor.
I shifted slightly, testing how sore and spent I felt, then tilted my head up, and nearly jumped.
Draven was already wide awake, staring straight at me with a lazy, satisfied smile that instantly made my stomach flip.
"That's creepy," I muttered, my voice rough with sleep.
His smile widened, unabashed. "You will get used to it."
I groaned and dropped my forehead against his chest. "Then, moving ahead, don't question my weird actions anymore. I'm learning from the best."
