Jojo’s P.O.V.
If someone had told me this morning that I’d be half-dressed, wrapped in a blanket, cuddling with Raven after making love out by a lake, I would have laughed in their face.
And yet.
Here I was.
Raven’s arms were warm and solid around me, the two of us curled up underneath the picnic blanket, watching the lake ripple under the late afternoon sun. The sky was shifting into those soft golden hues, the kind that made everything feel slow and hazy, like time itself had decided to take a break.
I didn’t want this moment to end.
But, of course, life hates me.
Raven sighed, his lips brushing against my temple.
“We should probably start heading back soon.”
I groaned dramatically, burrowing my face into his shoulder.
“No.”
He chuckled, tightening his grip on me.
“That’s
