Ivy
I'm still half asleep when I feel the mattress dip at my side. The familiar weight of him settles beside me, and his scent of warm cedar and amber, and something that is uniquely Ronan wraps around me like a warm cocoon. I shifted closer to him, breathing him in, and wishing I could stay in this moment forever.
I reached out, my fingers searching across the sheets until they found his hand. His skin is warm, and a tiny humming pulses through my fingers and up my arm. I give his hand a tug before scooting over to make room for him to join me. “Come on back to bed. It’s too early.”
The sound of his laugh is like honey—low, rich, and entirely unfair this early in the morning because it causes my entire body to light up. “For someone who’s been working as a day nurse, I’d think you’d be
