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137: Tell Me About You And Vivica

Author: Fiona Cakes
last update Last Updated: 2026-02-15 06:08:44

KYLA'S POV

I woke up to the feeling of soft, warm pressure against my skin. It was Cyrus, showering my cheek with light, lingering kisses that made the remnants of my nightmares dissolve like mist. The cabin was quiet, the only sound the crackle of the embers in the hearth and the distant, lonely whistle of the mountain wind.

"Kitten, wake up... it's almost sunrise," he whispered, his voice like a low vibration against my ear.

I shifted beneath the heavy furs, a slow smile spreading across my l
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