Celeste
I woke up smiling, which was ridiculous, and kept smiling even after I realized I was doing it.
Sunlight spilled across the quilt in lazy gold stripes. Somewhere below, a kettle was whistling, and the house had that slow, sleepy hum of a place just beginning to stir. I lay still with my hands folded on my stomach, staring at the ceiling, and let the night come back to me one piece at a time.
Lowen's mouth first. Slow and careful, the faintest tremble in his hand where it cradled my jaw, as though he couldn't quite believe I was letting him. The warmth of him, steady as a banked fire. The way he'd breathed my name like a held prayer.
Then Axel's. Warmer, bolder, with a hint of laughter underneath it, and the lazy, devastating confidence of a man who'd been teasing me for weeks a
