ROOSEVELT’S POV

I woke up feeling a hand resting gently on my bare waist.

I slowly opened my eyes, the morning sun peeked through the bedroom curtains. I turned my head.

Zyran was wide awake, he lay on his side, propped up on his hand.

He watched me breathe. His eyes were incredibly soft.

"Good morning," Zyran whispered, his voice deep and raspy.

"Good morning," I smiled, pulling the blanket up to my chest. "Did you sleep at all?"

"No," Zyran admitted softly. He reached out to brush a messy curl away from my face. "I was too afraid to close my eyes. I thought if I fell asleep, I...