Chapter Twelve

Kimberley sighed contentedly. Light from what she assumed was the morning sun streamed in through the window blinds, finding her as-of-yet still closed eyes.

Mmm.

She loved mornings. Kim was never one to sleep late, no matter what time she’d gone to bed the previous night. Mornings were when her brain was at its best. Although, this morning, she was feeling a little different. What time had she gone to bed, anyway?

It was chilly in the tiny air conditioned room, and Kim snuggled deeper into her warm pillow.

Mmm. This is nice.

She froze. When did she get a heated pillow? Correction—a heated pillow with a steadily beating heart.

Oh shit.

She blinked slowly, trying to adjust to the dimly lit room. Images of the previous night’s goings on filtered through her unusually sleepy brain.

Just when she put two and two together, two enormous, heavily muscled arms wrapped around her chubby little body, and Kim remembered it all. Like everything.

Gulp.