Zayne’s face was the first thing I saw. He was already awake, watching me, admiration softening his smile.
“Why are you smiling?” I mumbled into the pillow.
“You,” he replied. “Everything about you is perfect. I’m lucky you’re here.”
A quiet flush spread over my skin. “It’s too early to start being cheesy.”
He laughed, pulling me closer for a second before I got out of bed.
I walked into the bathroom to shower, letting the warm water hit my skin and clear the last bits of sleep from my head. By the time I came out, wrapped in a towel, the smell of breakfast filled the room.
Zayne was already dressed and sitting at the table, scrolling through his phone with a cup of coffee beside him.
“Did you order breakfast without me?” I asked, drying my hair with the towel.
He glanced up. “Coul
