DIANA'S POV
I stare at Kael as he sleeps. His legs are wrapped around mine, and his strong arms have refused to leave my waist.
He looks like a dove while he sleeps, even though he’s so tense. I resist the urge to push away the hair blocking his face. The birthmark on his lips just adds a layer of beauty to him. I know I’m letting myself in too deep, but everything about him, from his body to his soul and his scent, intoxicates me.
I don’t know how long I’ve been sleeping, but I guess it’s probably night. I have to put Xiana to bed.
I grab his hand and try to pull it away, but instead, his grip tightens.
I try again, but he still isn’t willing to let go. He groans, adjusts his position on the bed, and pulls me on top of him.
“Kael,” a gasp escapes my lips.
His eyes slowly open. He
