Sunlight spills across the bed, warm and golden, lighting up the fresh bite mark on my shoulder. It still tingles, pulsing in sync with Kieran’s steady heartbeat beside me.
Kieran stirs, lips brushing the back of my neck. “Stop thinking so loud,” he murmurs, voice rough with sleep. “I can feel you spiraling.”
I turn in his arms. His eyes are gold and sleepy, his hair is a mess, and the bite I left on his chest is barely visible in the morning light. He looks really tired, but in a good way.
“I’m trying,” I whisper.
He kisses me softly, then rolls us over till I’m straddling his hips. “Come on. Got something to show you before the meeting.”
Twenty minutes later, showered and dressed in his shirt and leggings, I follow him through the lodge. His fingers stay tangled with mine, thumb rub
