POV: Adriana
The first thing I noticed when I opened my eyes was the warmth close to me.
The strong arm that was wrapped around my waist, holding me close, and for the first time since we got married, I’d woken up before Darius.
He looked peaceful as he slept—his face looked younger, his chest rising and falling steadily against my mine. I turned slightly, watching him. His hair had fallen into his face, a few strands brushing his forehead, and I couldn’t help but smile.
For a man who could make people tremble with a look, he looked so calm when he slept. So human.
I reached out carefully and brushed the hair from his face.
My phone was on the bedside table. I picked it up quietly and checked the time—10:15 a.m.
We were still on the yacht.
I let out a small sigh and lay back down,
