Lorien POV

I woke with a smile pinned to my face, warm and stupid, when Auren’s hand slipped beneath my shirt again. Maybe it was how he liked to sleep. Maybe I’d dragged him into the habit, migrating across the mattress until our bodies fit the way they did now. He’d stayed on his side; our legs were tangled, his breath feathering through my hair.

His hardness pressed against my ass, stubborn and familiar, but he wasn’t moving the way he had before. The soft, hypnotic roll of his ...