Evelyn
Waking up, I roll—and squeal when I feel myself slipping. My eyes snap open just before I fall off the bed. An arm snakes around my waist, yanking me back onto something solid and warm. My heart races, first from the shock of nearly falling, then harder when I realize I’m lying on top of the devil himself.
Thaddeus.
His eyes are half-open, watching me. He yawns, groggy. I must have woken him. I don’t even remember getting into bed with him. His chest rises and falls beneath me, and for once, he looks almost... human. No sharpness in his gaze. No venom in his voice.
Just calm.
His hypnotic green eyes meet mine, his lips only inches away. “Good morning, Evelyn,” he murmurs, his voice rough with sleep.
His hand rubs softly over my back, sparking warmth and static through my skin.
