Violet
I woke up to the gentle warmth of body heat surrounding me before my mind could fully surface from sleep.
I blinked slowly at the freckles of light filtering through cascading leaves, the soft murmur of the river nearby, and the silky brush of willow tendrils swaying in a breeze I couldn't feel.
I went still when I fully came to my senses.
Rowan was curled around me from behind, one arm draped over my waist, his chest pressed against my back. His breath came in slow, even puffs against the nape of my neck, and I could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat against my spine.
My eyes widened.
We were buck naked.
Last night came flooding back in vivid, mortifying detail. His mouth between my legs, the strong rhythm of his hips, the hot splash of his release on my stomach, and the kiss at the river.
My face burned.
I needed to move, but I was a bit scared to. What if he woke up?
