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He frowned without opening his eyes and tried to move it, only to discover something, or more accurately, someone was lying on top of it.

Then he felt warm puffs of breath against his chest.

Snow cracked open his eyes and looked down, blinking once as his sleep-fogged brain realized it was Nova.

For a few seconds, he just stared at the top of her head. Her curly hair was everywhere, half of it spread across his chest and the other half tickling his chin. She was curled into his side beneath the tangled sheets, one leg thrown over his, her cheek pressed against his chest, and apparently she’d decided sometime during the night that his arm made an excellent pillow.

A grin slowly spread across his face.

Well, shit. It really happened.

Last night hadn’t been some seriously detailed dream his sex-starved brain had cooked up after spending too many nights sharing a room with a woman he couldn’t stop thinking about.

He had slept with Nova. His grin widened thinking about how he had kept his promise and made love to her more than once.

And now his arm was completely fucking numb. But it was totally worth it.

Snow carefully flexed his fingers, checking to make sure they still worked, but he didn’t make any attempt to free himself. He would rather lose the damn arm than wake her right now.

She looked exhausted. Then again, neither of them had gotten much sleep.

A few flashes from the night before slipped into his head, and Snow had to bite back a laugh when the first thing that popped into his mind wasn’t one of the hotter moments. It was her panties.

Her fucking black lace panties dangling from her finger in the hallway while she had demanded to know why he had been carrying them around in his pocket.

Only Nova could have him ready to tear her clothes off one second and laughing his ass off the next.

Of course, his memories quickly moved past the hallway, and the humor gave way to something warmer. He remembered the way she had looked at him when all the teasing had stopped. The way she had said his name.

He liked hearing his name roll off her tongue. Probably more than he should.

Snow looked down at her again.

He had expected last night to be good. There had been too much chemistry between them for it not to be. What he hadn’t expected was how different everything would feel this morning.

There was no awkwardness. No immediate urge to figure out what the hell he had gotten himself into. He wasn’t lying there searching for an excuse to get out of bed before she woke up.

It was quite the opposite. He didn’t want to fucking move.

That realization should probably scare him a little. Instead, he found himself smiling like an idiot at the ceiling.

Yeah, he was in trouble.

Nova made a sleepy sound and burrowed closer, somehow managing to steal another inch of his chest despite already occupying most of it.

“Seriously?” he whispered. “You’re five-foot-nothing. How are you taking up this much space?”

She didn’t answer. All he got were some soft snores.

He smiled and gently brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.

Outside, the brunt of the storm had passed, though some rain lingered. Snow didn’t care.

Yesterday, the storm had been an obstacle. It had kept him from Platform Three when every instinct he possessed was telling him he needed to get over there and figure out what Brett was hiding.

However, last night, he had been grateful for it. Because for a few hours, the storm had shut out the rest of the world.

It had been just him and Nova.