Not yet.
I let myself exist in this moment. In the quiet. In the safety of his arms. My body aches in places I didn't know could ache. A pleasant soreness that reminds me of everything we did last night.
Everything he did to me.
His mouth. His hands. His?—
I shift slightly.
His arm tightens around me.
His eyes snap open.
Grey-blue irises lock onto mine. Alert. Aware. Like he wasn't sleeping at all. Like he was just waiting for me to wake up.
"Good morning," I whisper.
He doesn't respond with words.
Instead, he rolls me onto my back. Looms over me. His body cages mine against the mattress, his forearms braced on either side of my head.
Then he kisses me.
Slow. Deep. Thorough.
His tongue slides against mine. His hand cups my jaw, tilting my head to give him better access.
When he finally pulls back, his eyes are soft. Softer than I've ever seen them.
"Good morning, solnyshko."
His voice is rough. Gravelly from sleep. It does things to my insides that should be illegal.
I laugh. The sound bubbles up from my chest, light and free.
"Good morning, sweetie pie."
His expression shifts.
The softness vanishes. His jaw tightens. His eyes narrow.
"I told you not to call me that."
"I know." I grin up at him. "That's why I did it."
A growl rumbles in his chest.
He dips his head. His teeth graze my earlobe. Sharp. Warning.
"Keep testing me," he murmurs against my skin. "See what happens."
Shivers race down my spine.
I push against his chest. Not hard enough to move him—we both know I couldn't if I tried—but enough to signal I need space.
He pulls back.
"What time is it?" I ask.
