Charlotte
The warmth in her belly and the buzzing feeling running through her veins was as comforting as it was captivating. Honestly, if she could stay in this spot forever, she’d be happy—even if she were alone.
She walked that subtle line between conscious and nearly comatose. She didn’t even dream. Just shut her eyes, but felt as though she slept for a week.
Then, he shifted.
Right. Brady. He had one arm under her neck, wrapped around, fingers intertwined with hers. His other arm wrapped possessively across her middle, pulling her in closer. Their legs weaved together like some sort of French braid. His nose nestled by her ear, she could hear the slow rhythms of his breathing.
She looked at the clock. Had to be wrong. She tried to glance at his window. Sure eno
