My arm woke me up. It wasn’t ridiculously painful, but it didn’t feel great. Blinking a few times, I took stock of where I was and realized why. Somewhere in my sleep, I’d roll into Marek. Currently, I was curled up on his side. His arm was under my head as it wrapped around me, holding me protectively to him. He was so warm, but even as I flushed with embarrassment, my body felt relaxed and mellow.

There was no way I could get out of his hold on me, and I wasn’t about to wake him up. ...