BRIAR'S POV
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There's calloused fingers brushing through my hair, tickling my scalp in the best feeling ever. "Sunling," Fenrys' gruff voice is deep, sleepy, as if he'd just woken up himself. His cheek presses against my shoulder, lips brushing against the skin, leaving soft, feather light kisses. Humming in response, I curl up further on my side, my back facing him, the duvet tucked underneath my arm. "Are you awake?" he murmurs against my skin, his hot breath causing goosebumps to erupt all over, tingles shooting down and back up my arm with an electrifying feeling. "No," I clutch the pillow tighter, "Five more minutes," I groan, burying my face into the silky covers.
Fenrys' laugh is deep, rich and annoyingly attractive. He leans in, face nuzzling into my hair, and his fingers brush
