I woke to the weight of my cheek pressed against Hadrian's chest. His body, though firm—perhaps too firm to be a proper pillow—offered a coolness that soothed my overly sensitized skin, still buzzing from the night before. I just prayed I hadn’t drooled in my sleep.
Strangely, everything felt natural. Comfortable. Like waking up beside him was the most normal thing in the world. A quiet happiness bloomed in me, despite the bone-deep exhaustion clinging to my limbs. Smiling softly, I studied his face. Eyes closed, he resembled a sleeping angel, his features so perfect they seemed carved from alabaster, accented with silver threads of hair.
“Enjoying the view?” His voice startled me, his eyes flicking open with sharp amusement.
I gasped but quickly recovered, snorting in response. “Yes, a
