A giddy feeling bubbled up in my chest, unexpected and warm.
No interruptions. No meetings or obligations or outside world pressing in.
Just us.
I turned off the TV and crawled back into bed, burrowing under the warm blankets.
The moment I settled, Kael's arm automatically wrapped around my waist, pulling me back against his chest even though he was still asleep.
Like his body knew where I belonged even when his mind was unconscious.
I smiled, pressing back into his warmth, and grabbed the remote for the bedroom TV.
I found something mindless... a romantic comedy I'd seen a dozen times... and let it play softly in the background.
I must have been watching for about forty minutes when I felt Kael stir behind me.
His arm tightened, squeezing me like I was a teddy bear or body pillow.
He buried his face in my neck, his breath warm and ticklish against my skin.
"Morning," I murmured.
"Mmm." His voice was rough with sleep, gravelly and low. "Morning."
