The next morning arrived with golden sunlight streaming through the bedroom windows. Luna woke to find Grayson already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with an expression so tender it made her heart ache.

"How long have you been staring at me?" she asked, her voice still rough with sleep.

"Not nearly long enough," he replied, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "You talk in your sleep, did you know that?"

Luna felt her cheeks warm. "I do not."

"You do. Last night ...