MIRABEL POV.
I woke up to the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the curtains, warmth wrapping around me like a cocoon. For a moment, I didn’t move, letting the quiet settle over me. Then I became aware of him—his body pressed against mine, his arm draped over my waist, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.
Noah.
Heat crept up my cheeks as last night’s memories flooded back. His touch, his lips, the way he had f****d me in the best way possible. I swallowed hard, shifting slightly, and that’s when I felt it—his lips pressing a lazy kiss to my forehead.
I blinked up at him, finding his icy blue eyes already on me, filled with warmth and something softer—something almost possessive.
“Good morning,” he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.
I bit my lip, suddenly shy. “Morning.”
