Opening my eyes fully, I skim them over the broad expanse of his covered chest until my gaze has settled on his face, and I’m startled to see that he’s already awake, staring down at me with the softest look I’ve ever seen. It straddles the line between contentment and sadness, and I want to know everything he’s thinking right now. I want—no, need to know where he wants us to go from here. “Morning, pretty girl,” he greets, and the contrast between his deep morning voice and the softness of his tone and his words sends a shiver down my spine. His hand is on my back, and I feel his thumb rub
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