Artemisia

I stir awake, shivering at a cold puff flowing over my skin even if I’m still enveloped by Fynn’s body heat.

Opening my eyes slowly, I notice that he has his arm still wrapped around me firmly.

“He's so possessive." Hendrick’s deep voice makes me lift my gaze to see him standing next to the open window. “I’m sorry that I woke you with the cold sea breeze, I thought his body temperature would prevent you from feeling it.”

I shake my head, lying back down. “Don’t ...