Zara’s POV
I wake up more comfortable than I ever remember being in my life, as I try to stretch, my arm refuses to lift, and glancing down I find it’s because a heavy arm is draped over me, pinning me in place.
Following the arm with my gaze I reach the sleeping face of my husband who is snoring gently as he holds on to me in a vice like, yet gentle grip.
A smile tilts up the corners of my lips as I stare at him, there were always something about Gerrard Tierra. From the moment we met, and I slid my hand into his, I felt it, an electricity flowed between us as his soft grey eyes held my brown ones.
As though he can feel my gaze on him, Gerrard’s eyes slowly open, his expression happy as he sees me there.
‘You’re still here’ he murmurs in his gruff morning voice.
I smile, ‘where did
