Chapter 70

Drake awoke with his face buried in lavender-scented hair and a whippoorwill cooing just outside the window. Zoe's rearend was snug against his increasing happiness to her vicinity as he spooned her. His leg was draped over both hers as if, even in slumber, he'd been concerned she'd bolt, and his hand was splayed between her breasts.

Grinning like an idiot, he lifted his head. Heather had never been much for cuddling. After sex and when they'd first fallen asleep, sure, but by morning, they'd wound up on opposite sides of the bed due to her restless patterns. It appeared the only time Zoe pressed the pause button was while unconscious.

It had been some time since he'd slept with someone. Sunlight streamed through her blinds to create slanted patterns on her soft olive skin. Features relaxed, she looked like a fantasy with her lush mouth parted and dark lashes fanning her cheeks. Her hand rested over his, the other was tucked under her head.