A full-body shudder from the cold breezing over her skin woke Jocelyn up as effectively as an annoying alarm clock. She groaned and twisted on the bed, not the very least willing to let go of her sleep yet.
“Arg!” Another groan escaped her lips, but this one was of mild pain and discomfort and not the mere annoyance of being forced to wake up. For a moment, she wondered if she had let another cow kick her. Those were never fun and always hurt like hell hours later. But then it came back to her. The reason she was naked and ached. Gabriel.
Jocelyn bolted upright, her hand already searching the cold bed beside her and finding it empty. Her eyes fluttered open. She blinked in shock as she found herself staring at her dimly lit bedroom. It was clearly some time in the night; she realized. No
