When I felt a faint stirring in my left arm, I opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was the sunlight filtering through the window. Then, curious about what was gripping my arm, I turned to my side and found Annabel clutching me tightly, pulling my arm close against her.
She was completely naked, her breasts pressed against my shoulder, but what unsettled me more was the way she had placed my hand between her thighs. Her fingers clung unconsciously to my arm, as if even in her sleep she refused to let me go.
My gaze drifted to her face. Behind her closed eyelids lay the traces of a peaceful dream. A faint, serene smile curved her lips, stirring in me both tranquility and an indescribable pull.
Annabel murmured softly, then shifted in the hazy stupor of sleep, turning her back to me. Her bare shoulders and the graceful curve of her spine glowed in the sunlight.
