Aurora’s P.O.V

When I opened my eyes, the sunlight filtering through the curtains seemed impossibly bright. My heart skipped a beat when I turned my head slightly and saw him there, still asleep. Caleb’s dark hair was a tousled mess, and his chest rose and fell with the kind of calm that made me think he was far too peaceful for someone who’d—well, for someone who’d been involved in what we’d done last night.

My cheeks burned just remembering it, and I buried my face ...