I stirred awake to the faintest sensation....soft, fleeting, like a whisper of warmth brushing against my lips. At first, I thought it was part of some half-dream, the kind that slips away before you can hold it. But then I blinked, and the blur sharpened into Kay’s face hovering above mine, close enough that I could feel the steady tick of his breath against my skin.
His hair was a mess, sticking up in wild tufts from sleep, and his eyes… God, his eyes. Heavy-lidded, hazy, carrying that kind of quiet fire that never failed to knot something deep in my chest.
“Good morning, baby,” he murmured, voice low, gravelly, still thick with sleep. The words vibrated more than they sounded, sinking into me.
I froze. My brain snapped awake instantly, like a switch had been flipped, and with it came
