Orange light kisses my closed eyelids, waking me from my rejuvenating, dreamless slumber. My eyes flutter open, adjusting to the soft glow of the early morning sun streaking through the open bay windows.
"I want to wake up to this everyday." Gage's low, husky baritone draws my gaze away from the picturesque sunrise. His eyes are locked on my face, unblinking, as though memorising it.
I do a mental facepalm as my sleepy brain kick-starts and voices that he's talking about the beautiful scenery, about imprinting it. Not my face!
"Yeah, it's a feast for the eyes," I say nodding towards the windows.
He shakes his head, pulling me flush against him, "Not that, love. You're more beautiful than any scenery. You're the most beautiful thing in my world, Kiera. You're a feast for my eyes." He te
