Savage

Waking up with a groan, I realize I am not alone in bed as my arm hits a warm body.

As my eyes flutter open, I am met with the sight of Adrian's sleeping form beside me, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm. The events of the previous night flooded back to me, and for a moment, I simply lay there, studying the way his eyelashes cast delicate shadows on his cheeks, the way his lips curve ever so slightly in his sleep.

I shift slightly, causing him to stir ...