She didn't remember falling asleep, but the warmth wrapped around her now felt almost too comfortable to be real. Her cheek rested against something firm, and the steady rhythm beneath her ear lulled her back into that hazy space between sleep and waking.
Without thinking, she shifted slightly, inching closer to the source of heat, her hand unconsciously gripping at the fabric bunched beneath her fingers.
It took a few seconds longer before something felt…off.
The texture beneath her palm wasn't a shirt. It was skin. Warm, bare skin.
Her brows slowly pulled together, and her lashes fluttered open, only to be met with the quiet rise and fall of a bare chest just inches away from her face. Her breath caught as her brain finally connected the dots, she had been using his body like a pillow, and worse, he wasn't even wearing a shirt.
