Chapter 72

  I wake early the next morning lying on my back, completely entangled in Jake’s limbs on my side of the bed. He’s wrapped around me possessively, one arm around my waist pulling me into his abdomen so that his face is in the nape of my neck, the other arm bent behind me so his fingers are entwined in my hair above. His legs looped and twisted through mine so I’m immobile in every way, and I am stiflingly hot because he’s so naturally warm. I try to maneuver out of his grasp, but my efforts only cause him to pull me in tighter, making it nearly impossible to get out.

  Who knew Jake was a cuddler in bed? More like a squeezer; suffocates all life out of you.