Lana’s POV
The first thing I felt was sunlight.
It spilled across my face, warm and uninvited, forcing me to stir when all I wanted was to stay lost in the fog of half-sleep. I blinked against the brightness, lashes fluttering until the world came into focus. And then I froze.
The first thing I saw was him.
Artemis.
He was lying on his side, propped up on one elbow, smiling down at me as if the morning had given him some secret victory. His hair was a mess, his face softer than usual in the early light, but his eyes—God, his eyes—were awake, sharp, and full of something I couldn’t handle.
“Morning,” he murmured. His voice was husky, wrapped in sleep, but still impossibly smooth. Sexy. Dangerous.
I almost forgot to breathe.
And then it all came crashing back.
The shower. His mouth
