{MAYA POV}Three months of waking up next to Ethan Moore, and I still can’t believe he’s real.The morning light slips through our bedroom curtains, painting golden stripes across his sleeping face. I should get up. Coffee won’t make itself, and I have that investor meeting at ten. But watching him sleep, one arm thrown over his eyes, chest rising and falling in that steady rhythm, I can’t move.My finger traces the line of his jaw. Light enough not to wake him. Light enough to pretend I’m not being completely pathetic about this.“I can feel you staring.” His voice comes out rough with sleep, and he doesn’t move his arm.“I’m not staring. I’m observing.”“Creepy.”“Romantic.”He shifts then, dropping his arm to look at me with those dark eyes that still make my breath catch. Three months. You’d think I’d be used to it by now. “Morning.”“Morning.” I lean in, brushing my lips against his. He tastes like sleep and home, and when his hand comes up to cup the back of my head, deepening t
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