I was hot.

Not the gentle warmth of sunlight streaming through windows, but solid, heavy warmth pressed against my entire body. I tried to move, but was caged by a strong arm wrapped around my waist, a broad chest against my back, and legs tangled with mine.

My eyes flew open and realized Tristan was in bed with me, his body curved around mine like he was trying to protect me even in sleep.

And he was... oh god, he was barely wearing anything. Just his briefs from what I could feel.

My ...