Sara Michaels
“My love… wake up.” The voice was low, warm, and far too close.
I stirred slightly, my brows pulling together as I tried to cling to sleep, but then I felt it....a soft brush against my temple. Then again. Slower this time.
His kisses were blessing my soft skin.
My eyes fluttered open, still heavy with sleep, and the first thing I saw was Kingsley hovering over me, his expression softer than I had ever seen it.
“Good morning,” he murmured.
I blinked, disoriented for a second as everything from last night came rushing back. The mansion. The dancing. The laughter. The way I had fallen asleep without overthinking for once.
“You’re… real,” I mumbled.
A quiet chuckle left him. “I’d be offended if I wasn’t.”
I shifted slightly under the covers, suddenly aware of how comfor
