The warm light streaming in through my bedroom window tickles my eyelids, taunting me to wake up. The strong arm around my waist coaxes me to stay wrapped in slumber and male hotness. The handsome man beside me is exponentially more convincing than the sun. I listen to the rhythmic breaths behind me as I drift back to sleep.
When I stir sometime later, the first thing I notice is the absence of weight on my belly. My eyelids open, and I roll back. Aiden is lying there with his head propped up on one arm. He is observing me, and if the alertness in his features is any indication, he has been up for a while.
“Hey, beautiful.” His voice is deep and raspy.
“What are you doing?” I ask through a yawn.
“Watching you.”
“That’s weird.”
He shrugs. “Maybe, but I never claimed to be normal.”
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