*Tiara*
The tranquility of my slumber was rudely interrupted by the persistent ringing of my phone. Nestled in the warmth of my bed, X's strong arms encircling me, I stirred and gradually peeled open my sleep-laden eyes. As I yawned and stretched, I inched closer to the edge of the bed, nestled in his embrace.
X, half-asleep, let out a low, discontented groan. His grip on me tightened, pulling me back away from the beckoning phone on the bedside table.
With every bit of my sleepy determination, I whispered, "X, my phone is ringing. Let me check who's calling."
My eyes traced the lines of his ruggedly handsome face, disheveled blond hair casting shadows on his forehead. It was still surreal to me that this Greek god was my mate. All mine.
"Let it ring, baby. We can answer it later. Let
