Lila’s P.O.V.
I stirred awake, feeling the warmth of the morning sun on my face. I wasn’t entirely sure what had woken me—maybe it was the scent of pancakes or the faint sound of a soft chuckle from across the room. I blinked my eyes open slowly, feeling the softness of the sheets against my skin, and then I saw him.
Skye was standing at the edge of the bed, a tray in his hands, that familiar mischievous grin playing on his lips. His brown eyes sparkled with something that made my heart skip a beat.
“Morning, sleepyhead,” he said, his voice low and teasing.
“I thought you’d never wake up.”
I pushed myself up on my elbows, trying to suppress a yawn.
“What time is it?”
“Time for breakfast,” Skye replied, setting the tray carefully on the bed in front of me.
“Which I made, by the w
