Lyra POV
The morning light filtered through the thin curtains of the Full Moon Inn, casting a soft golden glow across the room. I stirred, the warmth of the blankets and the steady rhythm of Jaxon’s breathing pulling me from sleep. My eyes fluttered open, and there he was, propped on one elbow, gazing down at me with a look that made my heart skip.
His gray eyes, usually stormy with the weight of his past, were soft now, brimming with a love so intense it stole my breath. His dark hair was tousled, a faint stubble shadowing his jaw, and the way the morning light caught the planes of his face made him look almost unreal, like a dream I didn’t want to wake from.
“Morning, beautiful,” he murmured, his voice low and warm, like a caress. His fingers brushed a strand of hair from my cheek, l
