DAXTON POV
The first light of dawn filtered through the curtains, pulling me out of sleep. I’ve never been a heavy sleeper. My body is conditioned to wake up early, years of training and discipline making sure I never linger too long in bed. But this morning, I didn’t want to move. Not with Maria lying on my chest, her hair spread across me like a dark waterfall, smelling like coconut shampoo.
I couldn’t help the smile tugging at my lips. She was still asleep, her soft breath warm against my skin, her body perfectly molded against mine as she used me as her pillow. Her face was turned slightly toward me, and damn, even asleep, she looked perfect—her little nose scrunched up, her lips slightly parted. It was almost unfair how beautiful she was.
I shifted slightly to glance at Henry. My
