Luther POV

The rays of sun hit her hair, making it glisten in warm gold. I couldn’t help but watch her for a moment longer.

She shifted slightly, curling closer to the pillow, and then like she always seemed to do my name slipped out from her lips in a drowsy whisper.

“Lu…ther.”

God, the way she said it. Soft. Almost tender. It got to me every damn time.

“Morning, babe,” I murmured, leaning down to kiss her forehead before swinging my legs out of bed. I padded toward the ...