Jenna tried to move in her sleep, but a hand kept her pinned to a place. It wasn't pressing heavily on her, yet she couldn't push it away easily.
Jenna opened her eyes and stared down first at the hand. She didn't need to raise her face to know who it belonged to.
"If you don't get your hand away from my body, I'll sta—"
Rhane groaned, slowly moving his hand, but not before brushing his finger on her own hand. "Others wake up to warm sun, singing birds after sharing a night with the woman they love... and mine is a death threat. Not what I imagined at all." He rubbed his eyes first, then turned to look at Jenna.
"Fine morning to you too, master." His low morning voice rumbled.
Jenna ignored his words, knowing he was teasing her. "What are you doing here?" she asked, trying not to let the low timbre voice affect her. As if it wasn't already.
Rhane sat up on the bed, using the pillow to hold up his back. "What else would I be doing in my room?"
