The next morning, Arwen began to stir from her sleep, but the lingering laziness kept her from leaving the comfort of the bed. Pressing her cheek deeper into the soft pillow, she tried to get more comfortable. But suddenly, she shifted slightly, feeling something poking underneath her.
Her brows furrowed a little. But before she could contemplate anything, she heard a very, very familiar voice of warning.
"Moon, you shouldn't be stirring something you can't handle."
Aiden's gruff voice rumbled, the vibration reverberating in her ears. A shiver ran down her spine when she realized what could be poking her. She dared not move.
But wait a minute—why was she lying on top of him? Her sleeping habits were quite proper and appropriate. There was no way she would have moved this much in her sleep. Then what happened last night?
As if answering her confusion, flashes from the previous night began coming back to her.
