Someone was in bed with him.
Draven woke up to warmth pressed against his back. Soft. Breathing steady. Hand draped over his waist.
For a second he thought—assassin? Poison? More bullshit trying to kill him?
Then he smelled her perfume. Lavender and something else. Elise.
Right. She'd come to his room last night after the emergency meeting. Said she was worried. Couldn't sleep. Needed to know he was okay.
They'd talked. Then she'd just... stayed. Fallen asleep next to him. In his bed. In her nightgown.
His mother. In his bed. This was so fucked up.
And he didn't care even a little bit.
Her hand moved. *Rustle rustle.* Sliding lower. Over his stomach. Fingers tracing the muscles there.
"You awake?" Her voice was soft. Sleep-rough. Right against his ear.
"Yeah."
"Good." Her hand kept moving. Lower. "I was thinking."
"About?"
