Isla’s POV
Something warm presses against my thigh.
At first my brain doesn’t register what it is. I’m half asleep, drifting somewhere between dreams and reality, wrapped in the heavy comfort of Zayne’s warmth and the slow rhythm of his breathing beside me. Then the warmth shifts, and suddenly it’s very obvious what it is.
My eyes snap open.
Zayne is still asleep next to me, lying on his back with one arm stretched above his head, the sheets pushed halfway down his hips.
Completely naked.
And unfortunately for my ability to pretend I’m still asleep… his d**k is very aware that it’s morning.
Heat rushes straight to my face.
“Damn,” I mutter under my breath.
My movement must disturb him, because his brows pull together slightly before his eyes slowly open. Dark, heavy with sleep.
