Hunter's POV

I watched Grace's face fall, that adorable pout forming on her lips. Christ, she was perfect. Even disheveled and naked in our bed, hair a mess from my hands, skin flushed from what we'd just done, I could see the evidence of a beard burn on the breast exposed by the sheet. She was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.

I rubbed the stubble on my chin; I needed to be more careful of her skin it was so fine. "Breakfast first," I said firmly. "Then my parents. Then tonight—" I ...