*Sage*

The next morning, Fynn got out of bed doing his best not to wake me. We had been tangled together in each other's arms though, and I was very aware of every movement that he made.

"You should be sleeping," he suggested as he slid out from under the warmth of the heavy furs.

"You should be staying with me," I complained.

It was easy to be honest with my feelings in these early morning hours. I was still sleepy, somehow still recovering from the ...