Camila's POV

Monday arrived with warmth and the steady rhythm of Lucien's heartbeat beneath my ear.

His arm was draped around my waist, his breathing slow and even.

I lay there in his shirt, drowning in the scent of him. The light slipping through the windows painted everything gold. For a moment, I let myself believe this was normal-that waking up in Lucien Hayes's arms was just another Monday.

"You're thinking too loud," he murmured, voice rough with sleep.

I tilted my head up. His ...