I woke up wrapped in Kael’s arms the next morning.
His chest was pressed to my back, one arm draped over my waist, which was slowly becoming his signature sleeping position—like it had simply always belonged there. His breathing was slow and even, his nose tucked into the curve of my neck, lips brushing my skin every time he exhaled.
I smiled before I even opened my eyes.
How did I ever get so lucky?
The bed was a mess of tangled sheets and limbs, the air still thick with the echoes of last night—of us. My body hummed with that lazy, boneless exhaustion that only came after being thoroughly loved, thoroughly undone.
All.night.long.
I shifted slightly, just enough to turn in his arms.
Big mistake on my end.
Kael stirred instantly, tightening his hold on me as if my movement had trig
