Nyx's POV
The next morning, I woke up with a renewed vigor. Kieran was still sleeping soundly beside me. His back was turned to me, heaving from how soundly he was sleeping. His well tanned muscle feels like something out of the ordinary. Like a fine work of art, the gentle curve of his upper back draws me closer, my mouth hanging open as I watched the rise and fall of his shoulders. I stretched my hands forward, the intense feeling of softly kneading his back briefly overshadowed my senses.
But—
A soft knock landed on the door and my hand was now hanging in mid air, a frown creasing my brow. Who was knocking this early?
I got up from the bed and take quick strides towards the door, my mind racing with different questions.
“Who's there?” I asked, taking precaution. It would be hard to
