Aria’s POV
I had never slept that deeply. The kind of sleep where even dreams don’t dare to interrupt. When I finally opened my eyes, the first thing I felt was warmth—Klaus's warmth. I was still wrapped in his arms, my cheek resting on his firm chest. His heartbeat thumped steadily beneath my ear, and his scent surrounded me like a protective cocoon.
I inhaled slowly, letting the familiar mix of pine and musk fill my lungs, and nuzzled closer. Klaus murmured something incoherent in his sleep, his fingers tracing lazy circles along my spine. A shiver of contentment spread through me. This—this was what peace felt like.
From where I lay, I could see sunlight streaming through the glass doors leading to the balcony. The sun was already high, which meant we had definitely missed breakfast.
