7
A terrible light pierced my eyelids. I groaned and groped for a blanket. My hand pressed against something more firm and definitely not fluffy. I forced my eyes open and blinked into the bleary face of David Dives.
I yelped and shoved myself away from him. Unfortunately, that also shoved me out of the small quilt that lay over us. The morning sun drifted into the windows, but the autumn season chilled the air. The cool draft of the large room swept over me, as did his teasing eyes.
“Good morning,” he greeted me.
I grabbed the corners of the quilt and pulled the blanket over me. That slid them off his body so it was my turn to take in the full view of his naked, godly form. A light coat of fur covered his arms and legs, and his hair trailed down his back like a mane. My eyes
