Chapter Sixteen

I woke up sticky and hot with the sun in my eyes. But Leo was still in my bed. He was splayed out across the bed, snoring softly and taking up most of the room. I didn't care. He was here.

Sunlight filtered through the window, highlighting the soft golds and reds in his brown hair. His chest rose and fell, rhythmic and smooth and full of muscles and tanned skin. I couldn't believe how beautiful he was. Handsome was a word for men, but he was so much more than that. He was perfect, and even better, he was mine.

I was a lucky girl.

“Are you watching me sleep?” Leo's eyes stayed closed.

“Maybe.” I grinned at him, even though he couldn't see me.

“That's kind of creepy,” he informed me, keeping his eyes closed.

“But in a sweet, lovable kind of way, right?”

He opened one eye and one corner of his mouth tipped upward. “Definitely a sweet, lovable kind of way.”

This was heaven. It had to be. There was no way that a person could feel this much joy and pleasure and not be dead. It just wasn't p