On the verge of sleep, he heard a moan and the rustle of the blanket as Jasmine’s weight shifted. She turned over and snuggled against him. Derrek let his arm slide around her, her head pressed against his shoulder. Jasmine’s hand came to rest on his chest. The light pressure of her against his body felt gentle and soft. In fact, it just felt right. She was a perfect fit.
Desire pulsed within him, but he fought the temptation. They needed sleep and nothing more.
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