Layla
I am wonderfully warm this morning. Grayson’s hazelnut coffee scent is so strong in his room and I just savor it. My enjoyment is cut short when I stretch my fingers and feel sparks dance across them. I open my eyes and see that I am tightly against Grayson’s side. His arms are locked around me and he is sound asleep. I should get up. Try to get away without waking him. But I freeze. This will be my only chance to pretend I am his. That he is my mate and we are together like it was meant to be. Yearning fills my soul and Persephone’s. I hear her purring whimper. I study his sleeping face. Still gorgeously sexy. His face is relaxed. Dark eyelashes fan his cheeks and his hair is tousled from sleep. How I want to run my fingers through those glossy strands. His head is tilted slightly
