I stood over her for a moment, quietly studying her.
Her brows were naturally arched, like they were always judging the world or me. Her nose was small and delicate, and those lashes... dark and thick, casting shadows over her cheeks. When she tilted her head just right, it gave her that sultry, half-daring look she wore without trying. The same one she had when I kissed her.
My gaze dropped to her lips full, soft, and slightly parted in sleep. I had the sudden, almost painful urge to trace them with my tongue.
Her skin... pale as moonlight and smooth like marble. I ached to touch her. To mark her. To make her mine again and again.
But instead, I just stood there.
Watching. Wanting.
Waiting.
She barely reached my chest, small in frame but lush in all the right places. I remembered t
