Roxy was dreaming of floating on a cloud. It was warm and soft. Kaelen was a big, heavy spoon behind her, his breathing rhythmic and soothing.
But then, the dream changed.
She felt something cool, like the other side of the pillow. And smooth.
It was pressed against her chest, her stomach, her legs. It felt nice against the heat of the bed. She shifted, snuggling closer to the coolness, throwing her leg over the object to pull it closer.
Wait.
Objects didn't breathe. Roxy's eyes fluttered open in the pitch blackness.
She felt the hairy, muscular arm of Kaelen draped over her waist from behind. That was normal. But there was another arm.
A pale, smooth, hairless arm wrapped around her from the front, clutching her nightgown. And there was a face buried in her neck. Roxy froze.
This slimy snake was going to be the death of me!
