LEAH
I wake up to a whole lot of heat. Lucian’s arm is basically welded to my waist, his hand spread out like it owns my hip. Which… okay, maybe it does. My body’s still buzzing from last night. My thighs sore in that yep, he ruined me way, and my lips are still swollen from all the kissing. The sheets smell like him, that faint forest scent that’s always clinging to him, to us. He’s lying on his stomach, half the sheet kicked off, bare back. His broad shoulders flex like they have a mind of their own, and yeah, my eyes might have traveled down just to where the sheet starts. Goddess knows I could trace him with my hands for hours, days. Forever, maybe.
He catches me staring. Of course he does. His eyes c***k open, lazy and sharp all at once.
“Enjoying the view huh, little flower?” H
