Nevaeh woke to a heated hush of breathing feathering across her forehead. When her eyes fluttered open, she couldn’t fully believe what she saw. Aron. His handsome face, relaxed in sleep, with temptatious, full lips just inches away. His arms tucking her in close, a leg tangled within hers. Aron, who always was gone before dawn, was actually here when she awoke. Aching to touch him, she started toying with the tousled shag of ebony hair near his temple, twirling it in her fingers, smiling because what she felt was real and not a dream.
When she detected his breathing changed, her attention shot back to his face, noticing his smiling lips. Slowly, Aron’s eyes opened, and she was instantly caught within his green pools. “Morning,” he whispered gently. Nevaeh continued to play in his
