Book 4: The Wrong Idea

Sydney's POV 

I snuggled closer to the warm thing behind me. When did the cushion turn so cozy? The daze still hadn’t cleared, and I wanted to sleep more. But a warm caress on my cheek startled me, and I woke up to a start. What was that? 

Opening my eyes, I focused on my surroundings. Thank God I was still in the bed where I slept last night. After dreaming all night of Killian rescuing me from Jacques Le Roux, I was confused. The dream seemed so real; I had trouble adjusting my senses. 

But why did I feel so warm? I tried to wake up and draw the curtains aside, but something heavy around my waist clamped me down. Looking down, I froze. 

It was Killian’s bare arm, tightly wound around me, clamping me to what seemed like his hard bare chest. I couldn’t turn to look at him. Was he awake and waiting for me to turn? Would he kiss me when I did?

My breath hitched at the thought. Yet there was no movement behind me. Shoul