GRACE POV
I woke up tangled in Connor.
Not metaphorically. Literally tangled. And it was the best feeling of the world. Being surrounded by my mountain of a man. One of his arms was thrown over my waist like a restraint he’d forgotten to release, his leg heavy across mine, skin warm and familiar and very much present. The sheets were a mess, kicked halfway to the floor sometime during the night, the room still smelling faintly of s*x, sleep, and that deep calm that only comes after everything stops hurting for once.
My body felt pleasantly wrecked in the best possible way.
I shifted carefully, because moving even an inch made him tighten automatically, his grip firming like his instincts were still half awake even if he wasn’t. His thumb brushed slow, absent circles against my hip, mu
