The first thing I noticed when I stirred awake was warmth—the kind that seeped into your bones and made you never want to leave the bed.
Jayden’s arm was draped over my waist, his breath slow and even, against the back of my neck. I smiled to myself, savoring the rare peace of the morning.
But then, I felt it—the weight of his gaze.
I turned my head slightly, peeking through my lashes, and sure enough, Jayden was already awake, watching me with those intense, two-colored eyes. A smirk curled his lips when he caught me looking.
“How long have you been staring?” I murmured, my voice still thick with sleep.
“Long enough to memorize every freckle,” he replied, his thumb brushing over my bare shoulder.
I rolled over to face him fully, and for a moment, we just lay there, tangled
