*Jane*

When I wake up, I’m still in Noah’s arms.

I let myself stay there for just a moment, soaking in the warmth, strength, and safety of his body before I slide myself out from beneath him, trying my hardest not to wake him up. The last thing I want is for him to wake up before I can do what I’m planning on doing.

I take a shower and slip on one of the luxuriously soft robes hanging in the bathroom, then go to the little ...