"Mm…" Marilyn moaned softly, her brows furrowing as she tried to move her left arm—only to find it trapped beneath something warm and solid.
Her eyes fluttered open, and the sight of a broad, bare chest filled her view.
She blinked, and in that quiet moment, the memories of the previous night returned—slowly, vividly—each one painting warmth across her face. A blush crept up her cheeks, but so did a faint, content smile.
She nestled closer, resting her hand on his waist. The moment she did, a familiar arm tightened around her, pulling her closer.
"Still not awake?" His voice was low and gentle, carrying that lazy morning warmth.
She flinched slightly, looking up. "You're awake?"
