Raisel’s POV

I woke up to the smell of something delicious—and the sight of Soren walking in, wearing nothing but pajama pants and carrying a breakfast tray.

“Morning, Raisins,” he greeted, his voice warm and playful. His abs were on full display, and that handsome smile of his? Yeah, it was dangerous.

“Lovely morning indeed,” I murmured, my voice still laced with sleep.

He cocked an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes as he let his gaze sweep over me—slowly, ...