Jojo’s P.O.V.
Something warm.
Soft.
Teasing.
I stirred, groggy, and shifted under the covers.
Then I felt it again—lips. Brushing along my shoulder. Moving up the curve of my neck. A slow, lazy trail of kisses. My brain, still half-asleep, took a second to catch up. But when it did, my eyes fluttered open. And there he was.
Raven.
Hovering over me, looking entirely too smug for this early in the morning.
“Morning, sweetheart,” he murmured against my skin, his voice deep and raspy. I blinked at him.
“Are you… kissing me awake?”
“Mhm.” Another kiss, this time just below my jaw.
“Figured you’d like it more than an alarm clock.”
I let out a sleepy laugh.
“Debatable.”
“Really?” His lips curved into a grin against my skin.
“Because your little shiver just now says otherwise.”
