The first thing Theo noticed when she woke up was that familiar, delicious cold, the kind that belonged to one particular man and had somehow become her favourite thing in the world.
It surrounded her from the front, a strong arm resting across her waist while a broad chest rose and fell beneath her cheek.
The second thing she noticed was the heat. A very familiar arm was wrapped around her from behind, and a large hand rested over her stomach. The owner of that hand was practically glued to her back, one leg tangled with hers.
The third thing she noticed was that she couldn't feel her legs at all.
Theo opened her eyes, closed them and then opened them once again with a mortified look on her face.
Oh, dear Moon Goddess.
Last night was coming back to her, and she remembered EVERYTHING.
