[Meredith].
I woke to soft, familiar lips brushing mine unhurriedly.
I smiled before I even opened my eyes, shifting closer as Draven kissed me again, this time slower and warmer.
His hand slid to my waist, steadying me as if I might float away if he let go.
"You're enjoying this far too much," he murmured against my lips.
"And you're enjoying teasing me," I replied, smiling into the kiss.
He chuckled, deep and low, and for a moment I let myself forget everything—the secrets, destinies, and bloodline that had been bothering me.
There was only him. Only us.
Just then, he pulled away. I opened my eyes immediately, annoyance flashing across my face.
"You're cruel."
He grinned, completely unrepentant. "If I stay any longer, I won't go for my run."
And he was right. Still, I groaned dramatically and flopped back against the pillows. "Then I suppose I will call my maidservants to pack my things."
