Sami

I awake in Marshal’s arms.

That isn't a totally accurate statement.

As I regain consciousness, I'm entangled in Marshal Michaels. His muscular arm is draped over my shoulder, and his leg is bent over mine. He is the cocoon, and I'm the butterfly encased safely inside.

For a few minutes, I don't move.

It feels too good, too perfect.

Not only the warmth of his skin and the aroma of our sex-filled night, but everything. I'm in the arms of the ...