I didn’t realize I had fallen asleep until I felt the warmth of fingertips brushing against my cheek.
Soft. Gentle. Loving.
I blinked slowly, the soft velvet beneath me still warm from tangled limbs and bodies pressed together like we were afraid of the cold finding its way back in. My muscles ached in the best way. My skin still hummed with the echo of their touch. But it was the silence—the kind of heavy quiet that only followed something sacred—that told me I wasn’t alone.
“Hey,” Asher murmured.
He sat at my side now, shirtless and glowing with heat, his golden eyes softer than I’d ever seen them. One hand was stroking my hair back from my forehead while the other rested across my waist like he couldn’t quite let go.
“Did I fall asleep?” I asked, voice hoarse.
“You did.” A soft kiss to my temple. “We stayed.”
I shifted slightly, feeling the weight of another body behind me. Mason. His chest was pressed to my back, arm slung around my waist possessively, his breathing steady
