Caius was still sleeping beside me when I woke up in the morning; it seemed significant that he had come back to my room with me rather than expecting me to sleep with him in his room.
I felt more contented than I had done in a very long time as I lay close to his warm body and stared up at the ceiling above us; his warm breath tickled the exposed skin of my neck and I shivered pleasantly and moved closer beside him, pressing my body against his and taking in the scent of him.
My muscles were aching from the fight, but I felt well rested and I was eager to see how the morning would play out.
"Caius," I whispered his name softly.
He stirred, and I felt his muscles tense before he groaned and rolled away from me.
I propped myself up on one elbow and watched him for a moment; my eyes wer
