Phoebe's POV
I woke up with Perry wrapped around me like a human blanket.
His arms locked me against him, as though he planned to absorb me into his massive frame. The problem? His body was enormous and weighed a ton.
He was crushing me.
I squirmed, trying to escape his grip, but he only pulled me closer. The heat radiating from him was unbearable, especially with the morning sun beating down on our tent.
I wiggled again. This time, Perry's hand found my breast, fingers kneading the soft flesh while he let out a low groan in his sleep.
Even unconscious, he couldn't keep his hands off me.
I grabbed his wrist to stop him, accidentally jolting him awake. "Mm?" His brows drew together in sleepy confusion before he nuzzled into the curve of my neck.
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Joe strode toward Fiona, who was retching beneath the gnarled tree. His hand found her neck, massaging gently. "What's wrong with you? You look like death."
