Page 34 of Born of Ice

So, I lay awake for a long time, and normally, I read, watch TV, do anything until my body gives up and my eyes close without my permission. But tonight, as soon as the lights are off, I find myself plunging into dreamland right away.

I find myself falling through the rigid, sharp ice, falling deep and fast into the icy waters. I find myself screaming, thrashing, and I know…I know there is no one to save me there and once that realization hits me, I stop.

I stop fighting.

I only freefall. I allow the ice to take me.

But then something takes hold of me. In the deep end of this frozen prison, something warm and solid breaks through the ice, gripping onto me with all its might until I’m no longer cold or scared.

Because in the sea of death…suddenly I’m not alone.

11

You have that effect on me

Electra

Warm. I’m too warmand too comfortable as if a huge wall is supporting my back, making it so easy to sleep on my side while something else is holding me tightly in this position, making sure I don’t fall over. I didn’t sleep this good in a long, long time and I feel a content sigh push past my lips.

My fingers trail over the thing that is holding me in place, across my ribcage, and I feel it tightening around me. Mmm, that feels so good. My body is relaxed and my muscles don’t feel fatigued as if someone magically took all of it away. Maybe it’s finally a dream instead of a nightmare. I arch deeper into the feeling, rubbing myself against the wall until I hear a soft groan.

Wait.

My eyes fly open. The wall behind me is moving. Oh, no.

Shock and mortification steal all air from my lungs as my hands freeze.

This is not a wall, or at least not the kind I was imagining. It’s a six-foot-five asshole of a hockey player kind of wall and he is wrapped around me like a koala bear. His bare, chiseled-to-perfection tattooed piece of art normal people call chest ispressed tightly against me and my lower back is pressed into something long and hard. Fuck…it’s his cock, isn’t it?

Of course it is, because the rest of this situation wasn’t bad enough. I can’t feel what’s going on down around my legs but I’m assuming his are tangled with mine.

Oh hell, how do I get out of this situation without waking him up because the asshole will surely make it all my fault somehow.

“For the record, it wasn’t me who came onto you,” Exton mumbles into my neck, his warm breath tickling the small hairs around it, and to my mortification, I shiver.

But…case in point.

I slap his hand away to release me and he does so too fast, making me fall face first into the mattress without his support. I brace myself on my hands and pull up into a somewhat seating position.

“Seeing asyouwere the one spooningme, I’d say the evidence is against you.”

Exton pushes his sleepy eyes open, and a slow but very much satisfied grin takes over his face. “Well, if I’ll be greeted like that every morning, I guess I’ll take all the blame.” I furrow my eyebrows. Trying to understand what he means when he lowers his eyes to my chest and his tongue peeks out to lick his bottom lip.

“Oh my God!” I squeal when my own eyes drop down. Somehow my tank top got tangled and twisted because my left breast is hanging out of it completely. “Stop staring at my boobs, pervert.” I quickly fix the mortifying disaster.

“What are you going to do about it, cripple?” He tucks his arms underneath his head, spreading those strong muscles for my eyes.

God, he’s so hot. Every single inch of him is honed to perfection.

Even his slightly curly hair looks like a hot mess in the morning. Yep, hot.

“Will you stop already?” I ask through gritted teeth, more irritated with the train of my own thoughts than the names he calls me.

Leave it to him to ruin my perfect mood this morning before I even make it out of this bed.

“Why would I when you love it so much.”

“Did you fall of the bed at any point during the night? It’s not that high but I guess that very small amount of brain in your head could still get tossed up.”

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