Salacious Park Avenue Prince (Park Avenue Princes #5)

THIRTY-TWO

I DIDN’T KNOW how long I’d been awake, but it’d been long enough to memorize every inch of Caleb’s bare back as he lay curled up beside me. His head rested on my shoulder, one arm slung low across my stomach, and I didn’t think I’d ever felt so complete in my life. Caleb Reeves was in my arms. I was in his bed. Life was fucking perfect.

Resisting the urge to run my fingers through his hair or across all that delicious skin and risk waking him up, I restarted my count of the light smattering of freckles along his shoulder blades. I made it to fifty when he began to stir, but he only curled up on his side facing away from me, sliding his head off my shoulder and onto the pillow.

Feeling began to creep back into my arm, but I would’ve rather had him on top of me, cutting off all my circulation, than let him go.