Roxy’s POV

“Morning, sunshine,” Cain murmured, his voice still heavy with sleep.

His lips brushed my shoulder. I turned toward him before I could remind myself that I probably shouldn’t.

I should have moved away. I should have remembered everything I’d told myself before falling asleep last night. Instead, I turned into his arms.

He smiled before kissing me again, taking his time as if neither of us had anything waiting outside that bedroom. His hands settled at the back of my neck as he deepened the kiss, and for a few seconds, I forgot where we were.

When he pulled back, he stayed close enough that our foreheads almost...