Naomi stirred as the morning sunlight streamed through the glass, its golden hue casting a warm glow on her skin. She lay facing the window, her eyelashes fluttering as she slowly awoke. For a moment, she basked in the soft warmth, her mind hazy from sleep. But then, something unfamiliar registered—a weight around her waist.
Her heart skipped a beat. The realization dawned slowly, but with each passing second, her awareness sharpened. Someone's arms were wrapped securely around her, the warmth of their skin pressing intimately against hers. She didn't need anyone to tell her who it was. Zylan.
His intoxicating scent confirmed it. Musky and clean, it wrapped around her senses like a blanket, leaving no room for doubt. Glancing down, Naomi froze. She was wearing his shirt, and only his shirt. The baggy fabric hung loosely on her body, but as she shifted slightly, she realized it had ridden up during the night, leaving her bare skin exposed against him.
