WESLEY POV
Soft fingertips tracing along the skin of my chest and my left arm pulled me from my deep, restful slumber. I blinked the sleep from my eyes and found the tent filled with a soft gray light.
My little ballerina was laying next to me, still safe and comfortable in the circle of my arms, and I pulled her in closer to me. Her body melted into mine, relaxing against every inch of me, her subtle curves a perfect fit with my muscles and strength.
“What time is it?” I grumbled, my voice scratchy and my lips brushing against the skin of Haven’s forehead.
She somehow moved her body even closer to mine, seeking either my warmth or comfort or my scent, or maybe all three, so I curled myself even more around her, tucking the sleeping bag up higher so she wouldn’t get cold.
“I don’t kn
