I wasn’t aware of closing my eyes or drifting off to sleep, but some time later I woke to the soft sound of a latch. Blinking against the lamplight, I rubbed at my bleary eyes and struggled to sit up. “What time is it?” I mumbled. Vaguely, I thought of my car out in the dark winter night and my apartment across town. I didn’t think I could to make it there.
A strong hand touched my chest, easing me back to the bed.
“Shh,” Nigel whispered, his lips cool against my hot forehead. His fingers picked at one hard n****e through my thin sweater and I let him lay me down. “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty. Did you dream of me?”
“I wasn’t asleep,” I argued, but he kissed the words from my lips and left me breathless. This wasn’t the innocent peck I got beneath the mistletoe; his mouth covered mine hu
