After her long stretch, she nuzzled back into me and suppressed a yawn. “You know what? I slept better than I have in as long as I can remember.”
She tucked her arms in between us and idly stroked my chest. She probably didn’t realize it, but it was a position she’d preferred for countless millennia—with my arms enveloping her and her face in the hollow of my throat.
I sighed and hugged her close for another long moment, stretching out our time together and committing the very feel of her to memory, before rolling back. “I slept better than I have in a very long time as well.” Since the last time I’d slept with her in my arms, at least.
“What’s planned for the day?” she asked as I climbed out of bed. Her gaze followed me, roaming over my naked body in a way that made it exceedingly diff
