YENA
I woke up in the dark, being carried in someone’s arms. I was so startled I nearly leapt straight up out of them.
“You’re alright,” Nolan whispered, holding me tightly. “You fell asleep at your desk. I’m taking you to bed.”
I felt a little pang of embarrassment, thinking about my weight. But it seemed like I hardly weighed anything in his strong arms.
In the bedroom, he laid me down gently on our satin sheets. I rested my head on the pillow. I wasn’t sure how long I’d been snoozing in my studio, but I was still half asleep, feeling like I couldn’t keep my eyes open.
I was wearing a light dress, something casual I liked to work in. Nolan put his hands on my legs and ran them upward, touching me all over and pulling the dress up as he went. I sat
