Chapter 82 CHAPTER 81 SLOANE

CHAPTER EIGHTY-ONE

SLOANE

I wake up because something warm is moving slowly over my hip.

For one sleepy second, I assume it's the blanket.

Then Beck's mouth touches the back of my shoulder.

“Absolutely not.”

His hand stills against my waist. “Good morning to you too.”

I keep my eyes closed. “What ti...