Chapter 211

Early the next morning, a soft beam of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains and landed right on Samantha Quin’s face. She shifted a little on the bed, her hand brushing against something warm and firm—wait, that’s a whole chest. Without thinking, she snuggled back in like it was the most natural thing in the world. Hold up… why was she in bed? Like a lightning bolt, the thought hit her. Her eyes flew open—and sure enough, there it was: a toned chest, close enough to kiss. Alexander Perkins’ arm was slung around her waist, and she was curled up in his arms like a sleepy kitten, just soaking up the warmth. Ugh, she kinda liked sleeping like this—well, okay, not that she’d admit it out loud, but every single time they ended up in the same bed, she’d instinctively worm her way into his arms. “Morning, wifey,” Alexander mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of her head as he felt her stir. “How did I end up here?” Samantha wrinkled her brow and pushed away his chest, sitting