ROOSEVELT'S POV

I woke up feeling fingers tracing my shoulder.

I slowly opened my eyes.

Zyran lay on his side next to me, propped up on one elbow. His hair was messy from sleep, and a relaxed smile played on his lips. He looked completely at ease.

"Good morning, beautiful," Zyran whispered, his voice deep and raspy from sleep. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Good morning," I said, smiling, stretching my legs under the blankets. I rolled closer to him and rested my head against his bare chest. "What time is it?"

"It doesn't matter," Zyran murmured, wrapping his arms around me. He buried...