Chapter Forty-three

Wyatt

Sunlight poured in through the window. Birds were chirping. Wyatt swore he had never slept so good.

He knew why, of course. The angel sleeping beside him was snoring softly, still worn out from the night. He had stayed awake until he was sure she was asleep, making sure she was going to spend the night. But when she snuggled even closer into him as she dreamed, he had allowed himself to fall asleep.

It was the best sleep he'd had in over a year.

Now he looked at her, peacefully sleeping the last few minutes of the dawn away. They were both still naked, and her legs were entwined with his. He knew he wanted to wake up like this every day for the rest of his life.

She stirred a little, then opened one eye. A smile crept across her face. “Hey,” was all she said.

“Hey,” Wyatt responded.

They looked at each other for another moment before Lily closed her eyes and pulled the blanket back over her head, clearly trying to get a few more minutes of sleep.

He was about to leave he