35. Ashes
Zander
For the first time in years, I didn't wake up reaching for a gun or the keys to my bike. I woke up reaching for Mara. My hand found her waist beneath the blanket before I even opened my eyes.
She stirred, mumbling something unintelligible as she buried her face deeper into my shoulder and a smile tugged at my lips.
"Morning."
She answered with a sleepy groan.
"I refuse."
I chuckled. "Refuse what?"
"Mornings. They're overrated."
I brushed a kiss against the top of her head.
"You've got class."
"So do you."
"I've got work."
She cracked one eye open.
"That's even worse."
I laughed.
"You said you wanted a normal life."
"I changed my mind."
"You can't."
"Watch me."
She wrapped both arms around my waist.
"I'm holding you hostage."
"That's kidnapping."
"It'
