I Could Get Used To This

Vanessa stirred, her mind caught between sleep and wakefulness, warmth wrapping around her like a cocoon. 

She blinked slowly, her vision adjusting to the soft morning light filtering through the curtains. 

It took her a moment to realize that the warmth she felt wasn't from the blankets — it was from him.

Ethan's strong arms were wrapped securely around her waist, his body pressed against her back. 

His steady, rhythmic breathing tickled the back of her neck, and she could feel the slow rise and fall of his chest against her.

'Damn.'

She hadn't meant to fall asleep like this.

She should have pulled away at some point, should have slipped out of bed before morning arrived. 

But now, as she lay there, completely engulfed in his hold, she couldn't even move.

Not that she wanted to.

Her fingers twitched slightly, resting against his forearm, and she exhaled a deep, contented breath.