Nyx stirred awake, her lashes fluttering as the soft morning light streamed through the curtains. A warm arm was draped over her waist, and she felt the steady rise and fall of Oberon's chest against her back. His scent masculine, familiar, safe, wrapped around her like a second blanket.
She turned slightly, finding him already awake, his golden eyes watching her.
"You are staring again," she murmured, voice still laced with sleep.
Oberon smirked. "I like watching you sleep." His fingers traced lazy circles on her bare shoulder. "You always look so peaceful… for once."
She scoffed lightly and stretched, pressing her forehead against his. "And what do I look like when I am awake?"
He chuckled. "A menace."
Nyx rolled her eyes but couldn't fight the smile tugging at her lips. "Then why do you stay?"
