Harley’s P.O.V.
Morning light crept into the room in soft and golden streaks, casting a gentle glow over the space that felt too quiet, like the time had been paused for us.
Carlos was still asleep, his head resting on my lap. One arm draped loosely around my waist like even in his dreams, he didn’t want me to go!
His dark lashes laid against his cheeks, and for the first time, I was able to see him without the weight of power shadowing his features.
The great Alpha Carlos Ledger looked like a normal boy right now. A vulnerable boy who had been carrying too much for too long.
I sighed and let my fingers wander through his silky blonde hair, combing them back gently, but carefully, not to wake him up. Every time my nails grazed his scalp, his lips parted slightly in contentment.
Goddess, he was so handsome!
I didn’t want to move and end this ever, but my bladder had other plans. It urged me to get up quick with the threats of bursting at any moment. And then the clock struck seven,
