Chapter 60

Iris

I wake to the sound of wind whistling softly outside the wooden shelter. The cold bites at my nose, but the rest of me is… surprisingly warm.

Which is strange, because there’s no blanket.

I blink and realize I’m not just warm. I’m draped over something...or someone. A person? It is very firm and very much alive. Is this...? I notice my hand is curled around a massive pec, gripping it to cop a