Sebastian woke first when the early light slipped in through the curtains. He blinked a few times, getting his bearings, then turned his head toward her.

Callista was still asleep, curled on her side with the sheets tangled around her waist, hair spilling across the pillow like she owned the bed. Her breathing was slow and even, lips slightly parted, one hand resting near his chest like she’d fallen asleep mid-reach.

His gaze traced the gentle rise and fall of her full breasts, the curve of ...