I wake up way too hot. It doesn’t take long to figure out why. There’s a naked warlord plastered to my back. I inch forward, trying to get away without waking him. A steely arm bands around my waist, dragging me back. “Where do you think you’re going?” There’s no trace of sleep in Griffin’s voice. He’s been awake for a while, holding me. My heart lurches, and I feel the intense need to run. He rolls me to face him and looks at me like he wants me again, like all he wants is me.
