For the first time since the nightmare in the parking garage, I felt safe. Somehow, waking up beside Easton chased away the fear that had clung to me all night. The memory of the gunshots and the blood was still there, buried somewhere in the back of my mind, but his fingers slowly tracing circles across my back made it all seem distant, if only for a moment. Waking up to Easton's gentle touch was, without a doubt, one of the best ways a person could wake up. His tender caresses sent delicious shivers across my skin, making every inch of my body tingle. Since I was lying face down, he slipped one of his hands beneath my oversized sleep shirt until it reached my backside.
A moan escaped my lips as I slowly opened my eyes.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Easton smiled and slid my panties o
