Morning arrived quietly. A pale ribbon of sunlight slipped through the gap in the curtains, stretching across the bed until it found Emma’s face. She scrunched her nose. “…Rude.” The sunlight, unsurprisingly, ignored her complaint. Emma cracked one eye open. The first thing she noticed was Rowan’s arm around her waist. She smiled. Carefully, she tried to slip out of bed. His hold tightened. “Nice try.” His voice was still thick with sleep. Emma glanced over her shoulder. “I thought you were asleep.” “I was.” “You don’t sound asleep.” “I woke up when someone started escaping.” “I wasn’t escaping.” “You were leaving.” “I was going to brush my teeth.” “I would’ve missed you.”
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