Willow
WHEN I WAKE, I'M DRAPED OVER A WARM AND SOLID BODY.
At first, I don't move. My mind is slow to catch up, my senses lingering in the warmth of sleep and a familiar, comforting scent. My lashes flutter. My thigh is slung across a strong leg. My face is pressed to a hard, warm male chest. Dominik's chest.
