Anna stirred, her body nestled in a cocoon of warmth and comfort. The steady rhythm of breathing tickled her neck, and without opening her eyes, she shifted closer, letting the calm lull her for a few moments longer. But then, the fog of sleep started to lift, and something felt—off.
Her brows furrowed as awareness seeped in. Her body wasn’t against the cool edge of the bed, but something firm and warm. A low exhale brushed against her cheek. Her heart skipped a beat.
Slowly, she cracked one eye open. The first thing she noticed was the couch across the room—empty. The second thing was the weight around her waist. Strong, unrelenting arms held her close, pressing her flush against an all-too-familiar chest.
No.
Her breath caught in her throat as she tilted her head upward, dread pooling in her stomach. Dark lashes rested against sharp cheekbones, and his usually intense gaze was hidden behind closed lids. Jaden.
Her scream tore through the room.