He seemed to need her close as much in sleep as he did when awake. She was surprised at how she reflected those same sentiments, and they struck her with such force it made her breathless. She had never slept all tucked up in Pono like this. If Mark moved, her body seemed to shift accordingly and find another nook to curl up into. The man was all hard slabs of steel-muscle, but somehow it was the most comfortable she’d ever been while sleeping. His bed was really inviting and luxurious, too, but then he had money at his disposal—or more so than she did. She stretched her neck, and as Mark breathed quietly beneath her—she was sprawled across him more than the blankets—she tried to find a way to get out of the bed. A daunting task for so early in the morning. Blinking was already taking too much energy. No matter which way she moved, it would most likely wake him, so she gave up and just rolled right off him in one quick flop. She snapped her head back at him once she was clear. He continued to sleep peacefully.
