I wake up before Caden.
He’s completely out—arm thrown over his eyes, hair a mess, lips parted just enough to make him look soft and dangerous at the same time. I stare for a long moment, quietly smug about being the reason he looks so wrecked.
His chest rises and falls in that steady rhythm that used to calm me from across the room. Now, I’m practically wrapped in it.
My bottoms are somewhere under the couch. I don’t even want to ask what happened to my top. His hoodie is still hanging off my shoulders, and it smells like him—sandalwood, salt, heat, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
I slide out from under his arm, not so much sneaky as strategic. I want coffee. And maybe… just a little payback.
I tiptoe into the kitchen, hips swaying dramatically even though no one’s watching yet. I m
