Candela’s p.o.v

I woke to heat. Heavy, suffocating, alive. My cheek rested on a chest that rose and fell in calm, steady breaths, the steady thrum of a heartbeat under my ear.

Salvatore.

My pulse spiked. His arm was banded tight around my waist, pinning me to him. His other hand cupped the back of my head, fingers tangled in my hair as if even in sleep he refused to let me go. Our legs were locked together, my thigh caught between his, his body swallowing mine whole.

We looked like ...