Iyisha woke to warmth pressed against her back, the solid weight of him curled around her like a furnace. His arm lay heavy across her waist, fingers spread in quiet possession. She barely breathed, unwilling to disturb the rare closeness. A smile tugged at her lips.
Then she felt it. His morning hardness pressed against her thigh, and heat rushed to her cheeks. She stayed still, biting back a laugh. So that explained the cozy position.
He shifted with a low grunt, his arm tightening for a heartbeat before he rolled away and sat up. Without a word, he crossed the cold floor to the bathroom.
Iyisha blinked after him, lips curving with mischief.
"I should wake up earlier if this is how we sleep," she murmured.
Stretching slowly, she let her fingers brush the empty space he left behind.
