Minutes ago, a moan escaped Lynsandra as she stirred slightly. Her body felt sore, as if she'd been beaten all night, and her head throbbed dully. When she shifted, she realized her feet were trapped against something firm and warm.
Slowly, her eyes cracked open, her long lashes fluttering.
With the morning glow filtering through the window and directly onto her face, she squinted one eye shut. The other was blocked by… a man's chest.
"Hmm?" Her brows furrowed as she stared at the firm chest before her.
Her body stiffened slightly as she lifted her gaze and caught a familiar face sleeping right beside her. When she moved just a little, she felt his arm resting over her bare waist, his fingertip brushing lightly against her back. Their feet were tangled beneath the blanket, their bodies close enough for her to feel his morning wood.
When she peeked down, all she saw was the top of her breast and then the blanket that was covering their bodies.
