Priscilla’s POV

“Good morning,” Wyatt murmured as I opened my eyes, all wrapped up in his arms. His lips pressed against the side of my face, flushing my face with warmth.

My entire being hummed with contentment, and I felt absolutely rested. “What time is it?”

“A little after eight,” he answered quietly.

“I never sleep this late.”

He brushed some tangled hair back from my forehead. “How do you feel?”

I rolled away from him, ...