Lilia's eyes flew wide in shock as she instinctively tried to push herself away from the bed where Zethan was spooning her. The warmth of his body was unmistakable, pressing against her back. But before she could react properly, Zethan moved.
In a swift motion, he maneuvered her, and the next thing she knew—she was on top of him.
Literally.
Lying on top of him.
Her eyes widened even further, if that was even possible. She was sure they had stretched so much that they might actually hurt. Her breath hitched as she struggled to sit up, but just as she did, his hands gripped her waist, not tight, but firm enough to keep her in place.
Lilia couldn't believe this was happening. She was actually sitting on Zethan while he lay beneath her, his expression lazily amused. His lips curled into a smirk—a dangerous, knowing smirk.