Selene’s POV:

Morning light draped the city skyscrapers like a gossamer veil. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I dragged myself out of bed, and there was Aaron already hustling in the kitchen. The air hung heavy with the bitter bite of coffee and the greasy lure of bacon. He glanced over, those green eyes lazy with warmth. "Morning, short stuff. Breakfast's up. Eat quick—I'll drop you at work."

I cracked a smile, shrugging on his shirt—that oversized white button-down that always made ...