Juniper POV
I woke up with my face smashed against warm skin.
For a second I thought I was in a dream. Then I felt the steady rise and fall of a chest under my cheek, the heavy arm draped across my back, and the way my leg had somehow ended up hooked over someone else’s thigh. My eyes snapped open. Bare chest. Familiar scent. Tristan.
Oh My God.
My entire body went rigid. I was in his bed, not just sleeping in it—tangled in it. My cheek was glued to the center of his chest, one of my hands curled against his side like I’d been trying to hold onto him in my sleep.
Didn’t I go back to the guest's last room last night ? I did, didn’t I?
My face immediately caught fire.
I didn’t move, I couldn’t. My brain was screaming at me to get out of there, but my body had apparently decided to m
