It was the third goddamn time she had woken up naked with a man in a location she didn't remember going to. If unconscious compromising positions were a sport, she had the title, the sequels, and a trophy case that needed its own room.
The first thing she felt was the tingling sensation everywhere his skin met hers. Not the gentle kind. The kind that started at the contact point and traveled in both directions at once, lighting up nerve endings.
Arms were locked around her tightly, like he was afraid she might vanish. Both felt like live wires of spark where they held her. A chest was behind her that rose and fell in a rhythm so steady it could have been keeping time for the universe.
His heartbeat registered next. It was behind her and inside of her own chest because her heart was beating with his in tandem.
Her eyes opened to green water and steam.
