Leona POV
A soft buzz pulls me from the hazy, dreamlike state of exhaustion. I groan, burying my face deeper into the pillow, but the buzzing persists. A vibration against the nightstand, insistent and demanding.
I blink groggily, my body heavy, my limbs tangled in the silk sheets. Or rather, tangled with Zane.
His massive hand rests possessively over my chest, his arm draped across my waist like a lock keeping me firmly against him. His warmth is suffocating, intoxicating, and completely unfair considering the way my body aches in ways I never imagined possible.
The intercom continues its insistent buzzing.
I shift slightly, attempting to wriggle free, but his grip tightens instinctively. A low, half-conscious groan rumbles against my shoulder, his lips brushing against my skin as if refusing to let go even in his sleep.
I bite my lip, suppressing a laugh. Possessive even in unconsciousness.
