It almost was. Meg awoke slowly, lying on her stomach, feeling the heavy weight of his leg over her, an arm draped over her back and the soft kiss of his breath on her shoulder. Wriggling slightly, she turned her head, watching Flynn sleep. Watching the sun on his face, the full sensual mouth, the dark hair, his eyelashes short jet spikes, and she waited. Waited for the pang of guilt, the shame of the morning after, the desire to pull the sheet over her head and groan with embarrassment. It didn’t come. Instead Meg realised she was actually smiling. Smiling as she watched him wake—the way his eyes screwed up and his lips curled, the restless movements of a body coming out of a deep long sleep. One lazy eye opened, immediately closing as a shaft of sun hit it. ‘Morning.’ Meg grinned. He ran a lazy hand over her bottom and despite his grumbling as he awoke Meg knew he was delighted to feel her there from the way he luxuriously touched her. ‘Is it morning already?’ ‘Has been for ages.’ He ran a tongue over his lips.
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