Waking up in Desmond’s arms was almost the best part of the day for me. We were married for over five years now but it wasn’t getting old at all.
“Morning,” he said in his usual husky voice and my lips curled into a lazy smile against my will. I wanted to pretend that I was asleep for longer because Des used the best ways to wake me up.
My silver fox Frost purred in my ear. The rascal got into our bed once again despite being prohibited from doing just that. But the damn guardian knew when and how to play stupid. One of these days Desmond would probably start locking him up.
“Morning,” I whispered, because there was no point faking being asleep. Yet my husband still bent down to me and kissed my lashes and my nose, and then went all the way down to my neck, pushing the fox away, his han
