Amara's POV :
I woke up slowly, warm and comfortable in a way I hadn't been in months.
My pillow was firm but somehow soft at the same time and I squeezed it without opening my eyes. Pressed my face against it and breathed in the smell of soap and something else. Something familiar.
God, this was the best pillow ever.
I wrapped my arm tighter around it and my hand found smooth skin over hard muscle. My fingers squeezed and the pillow flexed under my grip.
Wait.
Pillows didn't flex.
Pillows didn't have muscles.
My eyes shot open and I was staring at a chest. A very male chest in a black t-shirt that had ridden up slightly showing a strip of skin above gray sweatpants.
Roman's chest.
I was wrapped around Roman like a koala on a tree. My leg thrown over his. My arm across his stomach. My face pressed against his shoulder. And his arm was around me holding me close like we'd done this a thousand times before.
Oh shit.
