Leona woke to warmth and the smell of something masculine and familiar. She was pressed against a solid surface, and an arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her close.
Her eyes snapped open.
She was on Lucas's chest, her head tucked under his chin, their legs tangled together. His arm was around her, and even in sleep, his hold was possessive, protective.
"Oh no," she whispered.
Lucas stirred at her voice, and she felt the moment he became aware of their position. His body went rigid, and his eyes opened.
They stared at each other for a frozen moment.
Then both scrambled apart so fast that Leona nearly fell off the narrow bed. She caught herself, breathing hard, while Lucas sat up and ran a hand through his hair.
"That didn't happen," he said firmly.
"Agreed. It never happened."
"I must have moved in my sleep."
"We were cold and trying to get heat from our bodies. That's all."
