***VERA***
The first sensation that I felt as I slowly slid my eyes open was heat—like a blanket tossed over my skin. Not sparked by flames now—just him.
Conry had his arm round me, breathing gently near my neck. I didn’t move right away; my eyes were just slightly open, soaking up the hush of early day. Sunlight poured through the window, painting the bed in gold, touching his skin with a faint glow.
He seemed calm. Way too calm.
A faint grin tugged at the corner of my mouth. Then I stretched my hand forward, brushing his cheek—rough with early beards. Just then, everything else faded away.
"Morning." He murmured, his tone low, kind of drowsy from just waking up.
"Morning." I mumbled in return.
He moved closer, pressed a kiss to my forehead, then stood. As he tugged his shirt over
