The morning sunlight filtered softly through the heavy velvet drapes, painting warm streaks of gold across the king-sized bed.
I blinked open my eyes, my face resting against the steady, rhythmic rise and fall of Drakon’s chest. His broad arm was wrapped securely around my waist, his hand resting flush against the small of my back, anchoring me to him even in sleep.
We didn't have s*x last night. After the pool, we had just come up to his room, climbed into the cool sheets, and he had held me. All night.
It was weird. Before coming here, I’d never slept over in a man's bed like this. In my line of work, staying overnight was a vulnerability you couldn't afford—a lethal mistake. Sleep was supposed to be a state of survival, light and restless, ready to spring up at the sound of a pin dro
