Stockholm
I awoke with a warm male body snuggled against my back. Although I was still more than half asleep, I remembered exactly whose warm male body it was.
My eyes flew open.
"What the—"
Wondering if I was still dreaming, I lifted my head just enough to peer over my shoulder. There he was—Gabriel, with his dark hair over the large pillow we had shared and his breath a beguiling whisper on the back of my neck.
The bed had always seemed humungous enough for me before I slept on his bed but Gabriel's big, masculine frame seemed to dwarf my space. I had never dreamed that one guy could take up so much room. Or so much air.
Well, I was almost at the edge of the bed, just a half meter from falling unto the floor, with Gabriel behind me. He still had a great amount of space on his left side, but the sleeping beauty—bastard, I mean—insisted on sticking his front chest to my spine as we laid on our right.