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I told Savannah she could have this night to herself.
But I lied.
CHAPTER17
Savannah
My body feels so heavy.
Even still half-suspended in sleep, I remember the horrors and stress of last night that lead to exhaustion I still feel in my bones.
I also remember the completely out-of-place calm that I felt falling asleep in King’s ridiculously large bed.
I snuggle into the warmth, breathing in the masculine scents that filled my lungs as I fell asleep.
The warmth expands beneath me. A low rumble moving from my pillow through my head. And suddenly I’m all the way awake.
My eyes pop open and the first thing I see is the expanse of bare skin. Bare skin on a broad chest of toned muscles, with golden-brown chest hair against my cheek.
My head is on his chest.
My head is on King’s chest.
His breathing stays the same, and I try not to tense as I take stock of my situation, not wanting to wake him up.
I fell asleep on my side, on the edge of the bed, facing the bathroom. But now I’m turned the other way,my back to the bathroom, my front to the wall of windows and French doors leading out onto the patio,and I’m on the other side of the mattress.
His side.
There are heavy drapes on either side of the windows and doors, but neither of us pulled them closed, so the bright sunlight is streaming through the glass. I don’t know what time it is, but clearly I slept past morning. But even with the brightness, I can see that the room lights are off.
So…what? He came in here last night and found me sleeping with all the lights on like a scared child and decided to just strip down and get into bed? Like this is normal?
This is so far from normal, my brain is still catching up to the fact that I’m still in bed. With my captor!
Just breathe and think, Savannah.
My arm is strewn across his bare waist, as though we cuddle like this every night. And my leg…oh god. My leg is hiked up over his thigh. And without reaching down or lifting the blankets to look, I can only pray he’s not completely naked.
I start to pull my leg back, moving as slowly as my aching body allows.Apparently getting kidnapped uses muscles I’m not used to exercising.But then the arm that I hadn’t registered yet, tightens around my shoulders.
I’m trapped.
Panic starts to blur the edges of my sanity.
What am I doing?!
Distance.
I need distance.
Dropping the attempt at stealth, I shove against the solid body of the man who said I would have the room to myself.
He grunts, but barely moves even as I shove against him with all my strength. But it does serve to dislodge my body from his.
I scramble backwards, the blankets tangling around my body.
“Shit, Savannah, I was sleeping,” King grumbles, as he drapes a forearm over his eyes.