Even though every muscle in her body ached with a raw, burning exhaustion from the previous night's intense activities, Jillyanna forced her eyes open and tried her absolute best to carefully extricate herself from the bed.
She immediately realized that Travis's heavy, muscular arm was securely wrapped around her waist from behind, his broad chest rising and falling in a slow, rhythmic cadence against her back with every breath he took. Holding her breath, Jillyanna meticulously took hold of his hand, easing his fingers away from her skin millimeter by millimeter until she could slide free.
'Thank God I didn't wake him up,' she let out a silent, trembling sigh of relief, celebrating the flawless execution of her escape.
But the moment her feet touched the floor, her triumphant expression shattered into a grimace, her eyes glaring back at the rumpled sheets.
