OLIVIA POV
When the next morning I opened my eyes and found myself butt naked using a very naked Albert as a pillow, I should have been embarrassed.
I mean—hell—last night I’d basically turned into a feral animal.
And now?
Now I was wrapped around him like a damn koala.
Clinging. Legs tangled with his. Face pressed against his chest. His heartbeat steady, strong, and stupidly comforting.
And yes—his very hard manhood was pressed right against my belly.
So yeah, maybe embarrassment should’ve been the right emotion here.
But nope. Not even close.
Because all I could think was how good it felt.
The heat. The weight of him. The way his scent still clung to my skin — wild, woodsy, pure Albert.
My head spun.
And my body?
Let’s just say it wasn’t exactly behaving.
“f**k it,” I whisp
