Ella
I woke before dawn, the study's fireplace long since burned down to embers, Kylian's arm still wrapped around me in the quiet dark.
The leather of the sofa was cool where the heavy wool blanket didn't cover us, but Kylian's body pressed against mine was a furnace. He was lying behind me, his chest flush against my back, one heavy thigh draped over my hips to keep me securely locked against him.
As I shifted, trying to pull the blanket higher over my bare shoulders, his grip tightened. A low, sleepy groan vibrated against my shoulder blades.
"Still early," he murmured, his voice incredibly deep, rough with sleep. "Go back to sleep, Isabella."
"I'm awake," I whispered, turning in his arms to face him.
In the dim, shadowed light, his eyes blinked open. They were dark, hooded, and i
