Reeva

My eyes blink open to pitch darkness. At least, it seems completely dark until I have a little time to adjust. Finn holds me tight in his arms, our naked bodies tranquil in the warm embrace.

I catch sight of the clock on my dresser. It’s 5:30, too early to get up and too late to go back to sleep if I’m ever planning on attending classes again.

“Good morning.” Finn’s deep, husky voice is swoon-worthy, especially when I can feel his bulging muscles against nearly every inch of my body.

“Good morning,” I say, squeezing tighter into him. “I can’t believe we slept all night.”

“Well, we didn’t...