The next morning, I stirred awake to the delicious sensation of sparks dancing across my stomach — warm, tingling, and lazy like sunlight crawling across skin. I moaned softly, my voice husky from sleep, and rolled over, instantly finding Caden’s eyes on mine.
He looked unfairly good in the morning. Sleep-ruffled hair, shadows still clinging to his lashes, but those golden eyes were very much awake — and entirely focused on me.
“Good morning, Luna,” he purred, his voice low and sinful as he kissed my shoulder, then trailed up the column of my neck. “How’s that head of yours today?”
I groaned, resting my palm on his jaw. “Mmm… don’t remind me. But this… this is a much better cure.”
He chuckled, deep and warm, before brushing his lips over mine. “Hmm. I thought so.”
His mouth moved lowe
