Hazel's POV
I woke up feeling deliciously sore in places that reminded me just how thoroughly Liam had claimed me last night. The morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow across Liam's sleeping form beside me.
My heart swelled as I took in his handsome face, relaxed in sleep. No furrowed brow, no tension in his jaw. Just peace. I resisted the urge to trace my fingers along his strong jawline, not wanting to wake him yet.
Last night had been... incredible. Earth-shattering. Life-changing. Every cliché applied, and yet none seemed adequate to describe what we'd shared.
Liam's eyes fluttered open, those unique violet-blue eyes focusing on me. A slow smile spread across his face.
"Morning," he murmured, voice husky from sleep.
"Morning," I whispered back, suddenly shy despite our intimacy.
He reached out, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. "You're even more beautiful in the morning light."
Heat rushed to my cheeks. "Smooth talker."
