I opened my eyes and saw there was a bar of light shining through the crack in my bedroom curtains. It was morning. And I was in my own bed, feeling incredibly comfy. I looked down and realized there was a man's arm thrown across my chest, the hand lightly curled around my breast. Ranger. I moved my head ever so slightly on the pillow and looked over at him. He was still asleep. He had a decent beard growth going and his hair had fallen across his forehead. I was pretty sure he wasn't in my bed when I fell asleep. I looked under the covers. I was wearing my knit tank top and short pajama bottoms. Ranger was wearing briefs. Could be worse, I thought. 'Hey,' I said. He wrapped his arms around me and cuddled me into him, his eyes still closed. 'Ranger!' 'Mmm.' 'What are you doing in my bed?' 'So far I'm not doing anything, but that could change.' 'You said you were going to sleep on the couch.' 'I lied.' This was bad because he felt way too good.
