Chapter 66

Lake POV

I woke up pinned.

Not in a bad way—not in the way that made panic claw up my throat and my body freeze in preparation for pain. But pinned nonetheless, with a warm, solid weight pressed against my entire left side and a heavy arm draped across my chest.

It took my sleep-fogged brain a moment to process what I was feeling. Skin. A lot of skin. Bare chest pressed against my shoulder, the rise and fall of steady breathing, the occasional twitch of muscle as Ramon shifted slightly in his sleep.

He’d lost his shirt at some point during the night.

I should have moved. Should have carefully extracted myself and put distance between us before he woke up and realized how thoroughly we’d gravitated toward each other while unconscious. But I didn’t. I lay there, my heart hammering against my ribs, hyperaware of every point of contact between us.

His chest was warm against my arm. Solid. I could feel the definition of muscle, the slight roughn