Cassian's POV:
The storm is still there.
Quieter than last night, but not gone—rain tapping steadily against the windows, the low roll of thunder somewhere far off.
She’s still in my arms when I wake, curled into me, warm, her leg thrown over mine like she never moved.
She shifts after a while, pressing closer to me.
“Morning,” I murmur into her hair.
She hums, still half asleep, her hand sliding lazily across my chest, settling there.
I drag my hand up her back slowly.
“You’re not moving,” I say quietly.
Her lips brush my skin when she answers, her voice still soft with sleep.
“I don’t want to.”
That gets a small smile out of me.
I tilt my head slightly, looking down at her.
Her blond hair a mess.
Her blue eyes barely open.
“You sleep cute,” I tell her.
She squints up at m
