Chapter 49

A feathery touch tickled down Francine's spine, and she squirmed to make it stop. It lightly stroked her again, and she grunted as she rolled onto her back to stop it. A warm hand landed on her bare breast, cupping it, and she froze, her next breath halted. Oh my God, he's still here. The realization both warmed her and sent a chill of fear through her because she didn't know what to do.

She'd not exactly expected Alejandro to disappear like Houdini before she woke, but she'd never expected to wake up beside him. While she'd had boyfriends in the past, short term ones, she'd never had one spend the night. At a loss as to what she should do, she kept her eyes clamped tight and tried to breathe shallowly lest he discover her less than pleasant morning breath.

"You're not very good at faking sleep," Alejandro said wryly, squeezing her breast before rolling her nipple between his fingers.