My mind drifted to the way it had felt to wake up in his arms and how my fingertips had trailed over his sculpted muscles. I wondered what it would be like to trace the lines of all of his tattoos and how he might react to me doing it. I bit my lip as my thoughts started to wander in the direction of where that might lead and I had to curse my luck for the thousandth time that he was such a damn asshole.
