I wake up feeling as if I’m floating. My head is on his chest our legs tangled like that day we slept out on his roof, but everything so much more different now.
I can feel his heat over me like a warm security blanket. Before when I went to talk to my father I felt a similar heat but now it's much more secure and unwavering.
My eyelids flutter open and the bright light from outside envelops us in its golden glow.
His chest rumbles and his hand moves over my arm the tips of his fingers dancing across my sensitive skin. I’m aware of him so much more acutely it feels as if my own head might just burst at any moment.
“Good morning princess,” he murmurs the slow rumble of his chest sending delicious shivers through my core. A blush spreads across my cheeks as I remember
