Warmth. That was the first thing Evelyn noticed as she stirred awake.
Not the warmth of sunlight through the curtains, though the room was bathed in a soft golden glow. It was the warmth of Ronan’s body, solid and protective behind her, one arm draped across her waist like he never intended to let her go.
She blinked slowly, taking in the unfamiliar ceiling, the quiet hum of the morning outside, and the unmistakable comfort of his scent on the sheets. She was still in her clothes from the night before, the aftermath of passion and restraint tangled in every part of her.
Ronan shifted slightly, his nose brushing her hair. “You awake?” he murmured, voice rough from sleep.
Evelyn nodded, nestling back into him. “Yeah.”
He tightened his hold, sighing contentedly. “Good. I wasn’t ready to
