Isabel blinked her eyes open, then squinted against the light pouring through the curtains.

She shifted slightly, her hand brushing the warm sheets beside her.

Her legs moved under the blanket. She paused, her breath hitching a little.

A quiet sound slipped from her throat, and her cheeks flushed hot.

She stayed still for a moment, biting her bottom lip, thighs pressing together as the ache from the night before settled between them. Her fingers clutched the edge of the blanket.

She pulled ...