“Blue.” The whispered endearment brought her out of her doze, the soft caress of his hand along her cheek and the warmth of his breath on her neck made her open her sleepy eyes and look up at him with longing. “You fell asleep,” he whispered.

She lifted her hand and stroked his jaw, loving the feeling of his soft whiskers under her palm.

“You make a good pillow,” she whispered back, not taking her eyes from his.

She watched as the bright green orbs darkened and ...