Lorelei

I woke to warmth.

It was the first thing I registered—the heat surrounding me, cocooning me, seeping into my bones like sunlight after months of winter. The second thing was weight. Heavy and solid, an arm draped across my waist, a leg tangled between mine, a chest pressed against my back.

Then the memories came rushing back. The kiss. His hands. The way he had whispered my name in the dark like it was something sacred. The way we had—I swallowed, my face heating—the way we had ...