** Paige’s POV **
The morning starts quietly with three of my mates still out on patrol.
Sunlight peeks through the curtains, making a warm golden line across the bed. For a few moments, I just breathe, focussing on the steady rhythm of it and the warmth pressed against my back. Then Callen shifts, his arm tightening around my waist, pulling me even closer into the heat of his chest.
“Morning,” I mumble, my voice still thick with sleep.
He hums against my shoulder, the sound low and content. “Not yet,” he whispers. “Five more minutes.”
I smile against the pillow. “I’m sure you said that half an hour ago.”
“I lied,” he says, and I swear I can hear a grin in his voice.
His hand slides up my stomach, tracing soothing circles that make it impossible to argue. There’s something so peacef
