Shay:
The room was still dim, the sun barely beginning to rise. I stirred slightly, my body warm and tangled in the blankets. But it wasn’t the blankets keeping me warm—it was *him.*
Saint’s arm was draped over my waist, holding me close like he had no intention of letting go. His slow, steady breaths tickled the back of my neck, and I could feel the solid weight of him against me. Safe. Secure.
I turned my head slightly, just enough to look at him. Even in sleep, he looked strong—his jaw relaxed, his lips slightly parted, his messy blond hair falling over his forehead. My fingers itched to push it back.
Something inside me tightened, an overwhelming wave of emotion rolling through me.
Love.
I sucked in a quiet breath as the realization settled deep in my chest.
I think
