When I wake I’m in my room, there’s a heaviness pressing me into the bed. Opening my eyes, the curtains are closed and the room is dim. I search for the object that woke me up when I see a muscular tan leg on my stomach.
His waist is covered by a thin white sheet and his chest is right next to my face. His arm is wrapped around my chest and I’m breathless as my eyes take in the sight in front of me.
There’s a man in my bed! My eyes trail the length of his exposed ripped torso up to his chest and broad shoulders.
My eyes zoom in on his tattoo and I have to suppress the urge to trace it with my fingers. His chest rises and falls with each breath he takes.
Looking up, I see a chiseled chin and let my eyes take in his face. Ethan’s hair is messy, his lips look soft and inviting.
Before I can examine him a little more his eyes snap open and he locks eyes with me. Closing his eyes again, his lips turn up in a small smile.
