Morning came softly, a gentle hush settling over the world outside. Joanne stirred, her lips curving into a slow, satisfied smile as consciousness found her.
Warmth surrounded her—his warmth.
Jeffrey was still there.
The realization sent a pleasant shiver through her, deepening the smile on her lips. His arm remained draped over her, his grip instinctively tightening as she shifted.
Her gaze flickered down, noticing the way the sheets clung to her bare skin. She was still naked.
That was new.
She had always been the type to slip into clothes immediately after intimacy, needing the security of being covered to feel safe. It was a habit so ingrained in her, she never questioned it. And yet, last night, wrapped in his embrace, she had let it go entirely.
How could one man change her so effortlessly?
