OLIVIA POV
I woke up still tangled with him, my leg draped over his hip, my face buried in the crook of his neck, the scent of pine and smoke and wildflowers filling every breath.
The sun was peeking through a curtain of leaves and vines, throwing scattered gold across his skin. We were wrapped under a comforter made of flowers, an impossible, living blanket of soft petals and blooming vines that still pulsed faintly with his magic.
For a moment, I didn’t move. I just watched him.
Albert was already awake. He lay perfectly still, staring up at me with those piercing jade eyes that always seemed to see too much. The corners of his mouth tilted in that lazy, satisfied smile that had no right to be so damn gorgeous in the morning.
I smiled back before I could help it. Then I leaned down
