Chapter 63

Shards of Glass

“Wake up, love,” his sweet voice rocked me into consciousness. “We’ll be late.”

“Hmm,” I got out, throat raw with sleep. Marveling at his warmth wrapped around me.

My eyes fluttered open, taking their time to adjust to the brightness of the morning.

His familiar smell greeted my senses, and the tenderness of his embrace tugged at my ......