Desiree’s POV
I woke up to the feeling of warm and lingering kisses pressing against my temples and the bridge of my nose.
And Zachary? He was the one hovering the most, his eyes bright and his hands gentle as he helped me sit up against a heap of plush pillows.
His mood had elevated. Thanks to the moon goddess.
“Easy, Queen,” Zachary whispered, his husky voice tingling in my ear. He leaned in, pressing a firm kiss to my forehead. “We've got a big day ahead. You need your fuel.”
Grayson walked in carrying a tray that looked like a feast. Filled with fresh berries, thick yogurt drifted with honey, and a bowl of steaming oatmeal. Brandon followed close behind, holding a glass of cold, fresh juice like it was a sacred offering.
They were so attentive and careful with me, that I felt
