Lyra’s POV
I woke up to someone playing with my hair.
For a second, I thought I was dreaming. Then I felt the mattress dip beside me and caught a familiar scent, pine and something uniquely Marcus.
“What are you doing?” I whispered into the darkness, not moving from where I was curled up under my blankets.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he murmured back, his fingers continuing their gentle path through my hair. “Kept thinking about you.”
“So you decided to break into my room?”
“Your door was unlocked. That’s basically an invitation.”
I turned over to face him, able to make out his profile in the moonlight streaming through my window. He was lying on top of my covers, fully dressed, but something about having him in my bed made my heart race.
“This is dangerous,” I said softly.
“Why?”
“Because
