When Sebastian’s eyes blinked open, sunlight spilled through the window, and he caught Callie watching him with a quiet, almost shy gaze.

"Morning," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep.

She smiled, a shy, uncertain expression. "Morning."

He sat up, stretching and running a hand through his hair. "Sleep well?"

"I did, actually," she replied, the blush rising in her cheeks.

"Good," he said with a crooked grin. "At least there was no screaming, flailing, or accidental punches to my ...