If I dreamed, I don’t remember it. I wake to an arm snaking around me, securing me against a warm body. “Good morning.” His velvet voice makes my toes curl. “Mm.” I relax against him, enjoying his warmth. His finger makes lazy circles around my nipple, and I turn my head as he leans down to kiss ...
Okay, there probably is. But in my small corner of the world, that’s pretty much the worst. And of course, Fin only wanted to know how he could help. This morning. Because not only did we have sex on the first date—which is not an unusual thing for me—but we also slept through the night—which is ...