The morning light slipped through the blinds, casting soft stripes of gold across the bed.
Evelyn stirred, still tucked against Ronan’s chest. His steady breathing and the warmth of his body wrapped around her made it nearly impossible to move—but she wasn’t ready to leave his arms anyway.
Instead, she shifted closer, pressing slow, deliberate kisses along his chest, trailing higher toward his throat. Her hand slid down his torso, tracing every hard line with featherlight touches.
She felt his breath hitch, the subtle tightening of his muscles under her fingers.
“Evelyn…” His voice was still thick from sleep, low and rough, but there was warning in it.
She smiled against his skin, lips curving as she kissed the corner of his jaw.
“Thought I’d return the favor,” she teased, her voice
