LUCAS’S POV
The morning light spilled through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing across her skin. She was still asleep—curled up against me, her hair a wild mess on the pillow, lips slightly parted. My arm was draped around her waist, and her back pressed against my chest. She looked peaceful. Completely unaware that she was undoing me with just her breathing.
I pressed a kiss to her neck, just because I couldn’t help myself. Her skin was warm, still smelling faintly of my cologne and the faint sweetness of her perfume. She stirred, murmuring something in her sleep and shifting closer until her body molded perfectly against mine. My heart squeezed.
God.
She had no idea what she did to me.
I’d been in love with this woman long before she even knew my name—long before that stupid d
