HAZEL STYLES POV

The soft music filtering through the air pulled me out of the foggy dreamland I was in. My eyes blinked open, then I turned, the weight of Riven's arm on my hips making me smile.

My face was leveled with his chest, and as I took in the smooth expanse of his skin, my pulse picked up, a wave of desire washing over me.

I reached forward tentatively, my fingers caressing and tracing his muscles, loving the way he flexed even in his sleep.

"So beautiful," I whispered, then ...