Oriana woke up some time after midnight, feeling a bit too warm for comfort, and pushed the source away out of instinct thinking it was a thick, heavy blanket, only to find herself unable to raise her arms.
'Am I dreaming…?' she wondered, slowly blinking away the drowsiness from her blurry eyes.
She was sleeping on her side with a pair of muscular arms wrapped around her, one acting as her pillow while the other was on her waist. Her head was nestled against a firm, warm chest moving up and down with rhythmic breathing, with her own arm surrounding the figure holding her. Her hand gently stroked that manly body.
Manly body…
A man…
'...I'm in a man's arms?!'
Oriana almost jolted upright, frightened with the memories of last night rushing back to her mind.
'Don't tell me—'
