The morning light crept softly through the curtains, painting the small bedroom in gentle hues of gold and pale orange. Raine woke slowly, his body heavy with the kind of deep, satisfied exhaustion that came from being thoroughly loved the night before. He felt the warmth beside him before he even opened his eyes, a solid, familiar presence that made his heart skip. When he finally lifted his lashes, Daniel was still there, sleeping peacefully on his back, one arm draped loosely over Raine’s waist.

Raine stared at him for a long moment, taking in every detail. The way Daniel’s chest rose and fell steadily, the faint stubble along his...