Calista
I felt rested, too well rested. I blinked, taking in the warmth of the room, then I remembered where I was.
Aerion’s house. His bed.
I shifted, glancing over to find Ethan still fast asleep next to me. I had tucked him in the guest room, but somehow he had migrated to Aerion’s bed. I didn't even have an idea when it had happened.
Ethan stirred slightly as I carefully slid out of bed without waking him. I needed to get us out of here before we overstayed our welcome.
Aerion was already awake, leaning against the doorway with an easy smile as if he had been waiting for me to make a move.
“Good morning,” he greeted, his voice raspy.
“Morning,” I mumbled, brushing past him toward the guest room to grab my things.
“ Not so fast,” he said, stopping me and planting a kiss o
