I woke up early the next morning. Zadriel was already sleeping. I'm not really a morning person. I usually wake up by eight but the birds chirping outside the windows and the gushing wind playing in my ears didn't let me sleep for a bit longer.

I slowly turned to the other side. A flirtatious giggle escaped my throat when I saw the sleeping face of Zadriel. His arm resting on my belly while his hairy leg over my knees.

I leaned my elbows against the soft mattress as I stared at his face. Nothing changed even if he's sleeping peacefully. He still looks merciless and snobbish. His natural thick...