The morning sun painted the sky in hues of rose and gold.
Soft beams filtered through the window, spilling warmth into the room.
Asher stirred awake, feeling the familiar softness nestled against him. He looked down to find her, his little one, still asleep in his arms, her face calm, pressed gently to his neck to escape the sunlight.
Her delicate features glowed in the early light. Strands of silky black hair fanned across his chest and arm. The oversized shirt she wore, his shirt, had ridden up during the night, baring more skin than he intended to see. He quickly averted his gaze, jaw tightening as he fought the storm rising inside him.
But the way she shifted in her sleep, unaware, vulnerable, made restraint harder than ever.
Just then, her eyes fluttered open. Drowsy, innocent. G
