*Lyra*
Bram’s dark hair is tousled across his forehead. Even half-asleep, he’s handsome. I watch him for a moment as the sun rises. The endearing way his lips part just slightly, the faint scrape of stubble along his cheek.
Without thinking, I trail my fingers down his arm, warm beneath my touch. His eyes open, his muscles still heavy with sleep. A low sound rumbles from his throat.
I lean down, pressing my lips to his. The kiss is hungry and demanding. He finds my hips, pulling me closer.
Our bodies move together wordlessly. Bram doesn’t hesitate. One hand slips under the hem of my shirt, fingers grazing my bare skin as he pulls it up over my head. The fabric falls away, leaving me exposed to the cool morning air and the heat of his gaze.
I grab at the waistband of his trousers, b
