She wasn’t even sure why she was fighting the heaviness of sleep that had her feeling weighted and paralyzed. Opening her eyes was a challenge she had to work up to. She became aware of other things first, like the feel of Paul sleeping over her and the soft, warm puffs of his breath against the curve of her breast that made her feel like all was right in her world. The two of them were in the exact same position as when they had fallen asleep. Even her fingers were still tangled in his now-dry hair. The gleam behind her closed eyelids told her it was morning and she pondered when she had ever managed to sleep that deeply without the help of lots of alcohol. She sighed contently, but a strangely misplaced scent made its way into her clouded senses. Tobacco, Cuban coffee, expensive cologne, Paul never had that refined scent to him. Danny smelled like the city, but Paul smelled of the forest, like sandalwood and all things pure and masculine. “You two better work faster at waking up,”
