|Luna Moore|
The first thing I notice as I wake up is the warmth pressed up against me—the soft rise and fall of Aurelia's breathing, the way her scent lingers on my skin like the sweetest temptation.
The second thing I notice?
Her hand.
Resting on my breast.
I smirk, resisting the urge to laugh as I tilt my head slightly, my eyes adjusting to the early morning light seeping through the curtains. Aurelia is completely wrapped around me, her face nestled against the crook of my neck, her lips brushing my skin with every slow exhale. Her legs are tangled with mine, one thigh slotted firmly between mine as if she never wanted to let go, even in her sleep.
Oh, this is too good.
I shift slightly, just enough to test if she's still asleep, and that's when I feel it—the subtle squeeze of h
