Olivia Martins

The morning light filtered in soft and golden, casting warm rays over the tangled sheets and bare skin. I blinked slowly, breath shallow as I took in the man sleeping beside me.

Caspian.

His chest rose and fell steadily, one arm looped protectively around my waist, the other curled near his face. His lips were parted just slightly, his lashes dark against his skin. He looked younger like this. Peaceful. Human.

I didn’t want to ...