Alexia
I woke to the scent of him—warm skin and something faintly smoky, like last night still clung to the sheets.
His arm was slung across my waist, heavy and possessive in the most delicious way. For a second, I stayed still, eyes closed, letting myself drift in that floaty space between sleep and waking.
Then I felt it.
A kiss.
Pressed right to my shoulder.
And another.
Then a third, this one followed by an exaggerated sigh that sounded suspiciously like a happy puppy after belly rubs.
I cracked one eye open.
Aiden was grinning. Full teeth. Dimples. Eyes crinkled at the corners.
"What," I croaked, "are you smiling about like that?"
He beamed at me like I'd hung the stars in his sky. "You." He kissed my shoulder again. "Everything. Life."
I narrowed my eyes. "Okay. Weird. Did you secretly win the lottery last night?"
"Nope," he said, utterly unbothered. "I already have everything I want."
