Lana stirred and all it took was a slight shift in the warmth of the bed for her to realize something was off.
She could deal with the fresh memory of her falling asleep with her arms around alexander while she hugged him tightly. But having her suddenly second guess everything, that wasn't what was happening anymore. Alexander wasn't holding her. At least, not the way he was just a couple of hours ago.
She was the one holding him.
Her arm was wrapped tightly around his torso, her cheek pressed against his chest. His steady heartbeat thrummed beneath her ear, grounding, steady and undeniably intimate.
Her breath caught. What?
