Namara's POV:

I woke slowly, wrapped in the warmth of Alexander’s arms and the glow of morning light filtering through the curtains. His chest rose and fell steadily beneath my cheek, one of his hands resting possessively on the small of my back, the other tangled in my hair. For a long moment I simply lay there, breathing him in, the clean scent of his skin mixed with the faint trace of last night’s candles and rose petals still scattered across the sheets.

Then a smile curved my lips ...