Chapter 87

Avery

I woke to the amber light of dusk filtering through the curtains, and the first thing I became aware of was warmth—not just the warmth of blankets, but the solid heat of the body wrapped around mine from behind. Ryker lay behind me in a position I’d first learned about from a book I wasn’t supposed to read as a kid. So this was spooning.

His arm draped possessively across my waist, palm sp