GINGER:

Something hard and warm presses against me, the steady rise and fall beneath my cheek soothing in a way I don't want to question. The scent is familiar, and before my mind fully wakes, I run my hand over it, letting my fingers trace the shape beneath me. It is hard yet soft in a way that my body enjoys.

Then a low groan rumbles beneath my palm, causing my eyes to snap open. I am lying on Hu's chest, my hand caressing his face.

Panic strikes my chest, and I jerk up, scrambling away from ...