"Uhmmm." Roxanne moaned softly in her sleep. She could tell she wasn't in her room. It smelled different and the bed felt bigger.
As Roxanne slowly opens her eyes, the morning light peeking through the window blinds highlights the chiseled features of Jaxon beside her. His strong jawline and nose are accentuated by the gentle rise and fall of his chest, and his dark eyelashes cast a shadow on his cheeks. His lips, slightly parted, seem to curve into a subtle smile, even in slumber. The soft morning light dancing across his face makes his skin appear radiant, and his tousled hair adds a hint of endearing messiness to his otherwise chiseled appearance. Roxanne's gaze lingers on Jaxon's peaceful expression, and her heart skips a beat as she takes in the sight of him. She feels a flutter in
