Aria's POV
My consciousness swam back slowly, dragged up from the depths of sleep by an overwhelming warmth pressed against my palms.
Solid. Hard. Warm.
My fingers moved without my permission, tracing over ridges and valleys that felt nothing like blankets or pillows.
The heat radiating from beneath my touch made my skin tingle, and I found myself pressing closer, seeking more of that delicious warmth.
"Aria."
Damian's voice cut through the fog in my brain like a blade.
Oh God.
My eyes flew open, and reality crashed down on me all at once.
I was touching him. My hands were splayed across his bare chest, feeling every defined muscle, every line of his abs, the heat of his skin burning into my palms.
One of my hands had somehow wandered lower, fingers brushing
