The next morning, Sarah woke up feeling warm and comfortable. She tried to move but realized she couldn't. There was a heavy weight across her waist, and something solid and warm was pressed against her back.
She opened her eyes slowly and almost screamed.
Mason's arm was wrapped around her waist, and she was practically lying against his chest. His face was peaceful in sleep, and he looked younger and less cold. His messy black hair fell across his forehead, and his breathing was slow and steady.
Sarah's heart started beating fast. How had they ended up like this? Last night they had stayed on opposite sides of the bed!
She tried to move away slowly, but Mason's arm tightened around her waist.
"Don't move," he said quietly, his eyes still closed. His voice was deeper and rougher than usual because he had just woken up.
Sarah's face turned red. "Let me go, Mason."
"No," Mason said simply, pulling her closer. "It's still early."
