Serena Rosette
The warmth of his body surrounded me, his steady breathing a quiet rhythm in the morning silence. My cheek rested against his bare chest, feeling the slow rise and fall beneath me. The world outside hadn’t woken yet, and for a moment, neither had I.
But then I shifted slightly, and reality sank in.
Mason.
I was in his bed. Wrapped in his arms.
The memory of last night flickered in my mind—his touch, his lips, the way he had unraveled me completely. A slow warmth spread through my body as I recalled how he had held me afterward, his fingers lazily tracing circles on my skin until sleep had taken me.
I lifted my head slightly, careful not to wake him, and let my gaze roam over his face.
Even in sleep, he looked powerful. Strong. His sharp jawline, the faintest shadow of
