Marisol woke up to the sounds of birds chirping and the feel of Cedric's strong arms wrapped around her waist.
Her heart jumped as she remembered where they were and what happened last night. A blush crept up her cheeks at the intimate closeness between them.
She hurriedly tried to wriggle out of Cedric's embrace, her mind racing with thoughts of what the other pack members would think if they were caught in such a compromising position.
"Come on, we need to go," she muttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she attempted to extract herself from his hold.
But Cedric only tightened his grip around her waist and groaned.
"We need to go before someone sees us," Marisol muttered nervously.
Cedric, still half-asleep, simply shrugged and pulled her closer, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. "I don't care," he murmured softly.
She sighed in frustration, "We're naked in the forest. Plus, we need to warn Caleb about the rogue attack."