ROOSEVELT’S POV
I woke up feeling fingers tracing my shoulder.
I slowly opened my eyes.
Zyran lay on his side next to me, propped up on one elbow. His hair was messy from sleep, and a relaxed smile played on his lips. He looked completely at ease.
"Good morning, beautiful," Zyran whispered, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.
"Good morning," I smiled, stretching my legs under the blankets. I rolled closer to him and rested my head against his bare chest. "What time is it?"
"It doesn't matter," Zyran murmured, wrapping his arms around me. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply. "I cleared my entire schedule for the rest of the week. I am not leaving this house and definitely not leaving you."
My heart fluttered happily. T
