Isabelle's POV
I felt warm.
So impossibly warm, like being wrapped in a cocoon of comfort that I never wanted to leave.
I sighed softly, nuzzling closer to the solid warmth against me. It was firm and steady, and the soft, rhythmic rise and fall beneath my cheek made me think of safety, of home…
Wait.
My eyes snapped open.
I was on the floor, wasn't I? I'd set up the mattress and blanket and—
Oh no.
I felt the tension shoot through my body before my brain caught up with my heart, which was already pounding furiously. Slowly, carefully, I lifted my gaze, my breath catching in my throat.
Logan.
I was snuggled against Logan.
I froze. My cheek was resting on his chest, my arm draped over him like some sort of human blanket. His bathrobe had slipped slightly, and I could feel his bare skin beneath my palm, radiating heat.
Oh my God.
