Meadow’s POV:

I woke up with his head between my legs.

To be fair, I had been half-awake for a while, just reveling in the way he held me so close to him, my back against his chest. But then, he must’ve noticed that I was awake from the way my breathing pattern changed.

He’d kissed my neck, slowly running his firm hand over my stomach and chest, and then he had turned me so I was on my back. “Still pretending?” he murmured, and without another word, he made his way down my body, ...