CHAPTER SEVENTY

I wake to see sunlight pouring in through the tall windows in our bedroom; the light casts shadows along the side of Gavin’s face where it’s turned facing me while he sleeps.

I reach over and skate one finger down the side of his cheek, over the course stubble he’s grown since the last time he shaved. The hair under my fingers tickles my skin and I feel the tug of his mouth when he wakes.

“You’re staring, Beautiful.”

His voice is groggy with sleep and slides over my ears like velvet. Lying here with the man I love, I know that I’m safe with him. I trust him to keep me safe, no matter what happens.

I smile softly and lean closer to him to catch the smell of his minty musky man smell and it smells of home.

“Good morning.” I whisper against his lips and have to stifle a moan when he licks the seam of my lips, laying soft lips over mine. Sighing into his kiss, I open to him.

“Definitely a good morning so far,” Gavin whispers against my mouth and I can feel his smile. His hand slides fro