Elvira
I woke up to warmth. A heavy, steady warmth pressed into my side, lulling me in a small space between sleep and wakefulness. For a second, I thought I was in my own bed, maybe in a dream and a place that smelled like tobacco and sandalwood. Then something shifted, an arm, heavy and muscular, tightened around my waist.
My eyes flew open, a face rested inches from mine. Peaceful, soft and masculine. Jaxon!
I didn’t scream, I almost did. My breath hitched instead, and I jerked a little, panicked. He was…in my bed? No, this wasn’t my bed. This was his room. The rich navy sheets, the smell of him lingering on the pillows, the open window casting shadows against the wall.
What the hell happened last night? How did I get in here? I remember telling him to go to his room, then what happ
