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He shifts in my hold, and I use the movement to tighten my grip until our bodies press flush together beneath the sheets. Rowan makes the faintest sound in his sleep, warm breath catching against my throat, and fuck, I could stay here forever.

Slowly, I let one hand slide lower between us, sneaking down his body until my fingers brush against the hard shape trapped beneath the blankets.

Now that has me grinning from ear to fucking ear, because look at that… his cock is already waking up to my touch.

And here I was planning on behaving myself.

Well, if this has him already heating up, he’s in for a fucking treat once he wakes up properly.

I skim my lips to the corner of his mouth and whisper, “Rowan. Wake up, little mouse.”

Our cheeks press together, and I feel his lashes flutter against my skin the moment they open.

He gasps, winces, then gasps again.

And then his medical band starts to buzz.

“Oh no. Not again.”

He tries to turn my way, quite possibly to shove me the fuck off his face. I let him, because I want to see those gorgeous green eyes now that he’s realized where he is.

“I thought—” He rolls onto his back and glares at the ceiling before sweeping his gaze over my face. “I’m not in my bed.”

“That depends how you look at it. You’ve slept here two nights in a row now, so you could consider it⁠—”

“Not my bed.” His gaze flicks around the room before landing back on me. “Where’s Damaris?”

“Downstairs. He insisted on making breakfast for you.” I pause. “Unfortunately, he appears to have been intercepted.”

Rowan blinks. “Intercepted?”

“By Lucan.”

He just stares at me. “...Oh.”

He tries to roll away from me, but uh-uh, that’s not happening. I still need answers out of him. Besides, I can’t exactly let him disappear with both of us hard under these sheets.

I grab the orange juice from the tray and bring it closer to his face. “That’s a little insulting. Most people seem thrilled to wake up in my bed.”

“I think your definition of thrilled and mine are very different,” he huffs.

“Probably.”

His eyes narrow, like he’s trying to decide whether I’m joking or not.

The answer is yes. Always fucking yes.

Mostly because watching him try to figure me out is becoming one of my favorite hobbies.

His gaze drifts toward the tray near the window, then snaps back to me. “You poisoned it?”

I bark out a laugh before I can stop myself. “You think I poisoned your breakfast after dragging you out of a secret chamber?”

Rowan’s fingers tighten around the mug. "I fell into it by accident."

“Well, the place looked quite secret to me.”

“Hmm.” Then he narrows his gaze. “Last night, you said something about tracking my multi-slate.”