Lucas’s POV
She was knocked out again, curled into my chest like a kitten, her breath soft and warm against my skin. The tray of half-eaten eggs and toast sat on the nightstand, the remaining coffee had gone cold. I fed her every bite with my fingers, watching her tongue dart out to catch crumbs, her lips closing around my thumb like it was the sweetest thing she’d ever tasted. Now her lashes fluttered against my collarbone, her body limp and trusting, the collar around her throat rising and falling with each slow breath.
I eased out from under her, careful not to wake her. My legs were stiff, my c**k half-hard again just from the heat of her pressed against me. The room smelled like us, like s*x, sweat, c*m, and that faint vanilla from her hair. I padded barefoot to the bathroom, the ma
