POV: Moira

I woke to warmth.

Not just from the thin quilt draped over me, but from something solid and steady at my back.

I blinked against the hazy morning light leaking through the gauzy curtains and turned slowly.

There was Levi.

He was still asleep, slouched in the chair beside the bed. One arm draped off the side, the other curled under his head.

His hair was tousled from sleep, his stubble thicker, his chest rising and falling in a slow rhythm.

My hand had somehow slipped ...