One Night Stand With My Cocky Boss
Lucas’s tattooed arm was snug against me, his steady breathing brushing against the back of my neck.
I froze, acutely aware of his presence, his warmth pressing into my back in a way that felt surprisingly… comforting.
I tried to move slowly, attempting to slip out of his hold without waking him, but his arm tightened, drawing me closer.
“Stay…” he murmured, his voice a deep, sleep-rough whisper that sent a warm shiver through me. “It’s Saturday.”
Saturday. I hadn’t even realized it was the weekend. After the chaotic week, I could probably use the rest, but with Lucas practically wrapped around me? My mind buzzed, thoughts spiraling as I stared at the ceiling.