Watching me.
Always watching.
“You sleep like this?” I ask quietly.
“With someone in my arms?”
“Yeah.”
A faint smirk touches his mouth.
“Not usually.”
My heart does that little flip again.
“And last night?”
His gaze sharpens just a little.
“Last night wasn’t usual.”
No.
It wasn’t.
The house is wakingup around us.
Footsteps.
A cabinet opening.
Blaze’s voice—muttering about something not working right.
I shift again, sitting up a little this time.
Ace’s arm drops reluctantly from my back, but his hand lingers at my waist for a second before he lets go.
That small hesitation?
I feel it.
“You hungry?” he asks.
“A little.”
“Stay here.”
I raise a brow. “You going to bring me breakfast?”
His mouth twitches.
“Don’t get used to it.”
“Too late.”
That almost earns me a real smile.
Almost.
