I turned in the bed, pulled the blankets over my head, and whimpered, my eyes still heavy despite the sun flooding in through the sheer curtains. Cozying into a hard chest, I bent my knees and curled into Callan’s body.
Breathing in his scent, I relaxed further into the blankets. I had never woken up in a man’s bed with his arms wrapped tightly around me, with my head on his steady chest, feeling so … content with my life.
“You’re awake,” he said.
“Shh,” I mumbled. “Still sleeping.”
“I wanted to make you breakfast,” he murmured, brushing some hair off my forehead and smiling down at me. I blinked my eyes open. The sunlight glinted against his eyes, making them a sea of hazels and browns. “But I didn’t want to wake you. You looked too peaceful and relaxed.”
“Are you saying that I don’t
