Ethan’s POV
Light crept into the room. My body ached from making love with the man beside me.
He had his arm around my waist, his chest pressed against my back. His breathing was calm and slow, his chest moving and falling in a slow and steady manner . I leaned there for a moment, listening to him, feeling the warmth of his skin on mine.
His scent remained on the sheets, and on me, that warm mix of spice and something else, something darker, that was all him. My heart swelled as I rolled partly toward him, needing to catch a glimpse of his face.
His eyes flew open in an instant, as if he had been waiting for me to wake with held breath. His eyes were heavy and had a droll on his face.
"Good morning," he breathed softly, his voice rough and husky with sleep.
"Morning," I spoke softl
