Savannah's POV
Weighted blankets are supposed to be comforting. The gentle pressure helps me sleep better, but this situation has crossed every reasonable boundary. A full-grown man weighing 160 pounds is definitely not what anyone would call therapeutic.
Even unconscious, Dennis managed to look insufferably pleased with himself. The sight made my blood boil. Only my wrist and hand remained free from his crushing weight.
His position placed his chest directly over mine, heart against heart. Each thunderous beat of his pulse hammered against my ribs, making every breath a struggle. The vanilla scent of his pheromones mixed with his shampoo created an maddeningly soothing combination that my body responded to against my will.
My trembling refused to stop. If these shivers continued much longer, they would definitely wake him.
