I opened my eyes slowly, feeling a warm and comforting sensation enveloping me, and it made me feel a strong sense of security. I didn’t have to turn back to know Zion was still in bed; the pair of strong arms wrapped around me protectively under the blankets were an obvious signs.

I turned my body to face him so I could look at him and saw that he was still asleep. His face was peaceful, and I was tempted to ghost my fingers over his eyelids and lips, so I did just that. My finger traced the features of his face, from his brows to his lips.

I was...