Axel exhaled softly, his nose brushing hers. “We should probably get up.”
Harmony’s lips curved faintly. “Probably.”
Neither of them moved.
His hand slipped from her neck, trailing down along her arm, slow, unhurried, like he had all the time in the world, even if he knew they didn’t. “You always did this,” he murmured.
Her brow lifted slightly. “Did what?”
“Made it real hard to leave the bed.”
A quiet laugh slipped from her, softer than usual, still wrapped in sleep and something warmer. “You’re not being forced out, you know.”
“Yeah,” he said, eyes dipping briefly to her mouth before coming back up. “That’s kind of the problem.”
There it was again—that pull, that quiet gravity between them that hadn’t dulled with time. If anything, it had sharpened.
Harmony held his gaze for a s
