Rosemary PoV
I woke up, all snug in my husband's strong arms.
I woke up, all snug in my husband's strong arms, feeling the warmth radiating from him like a cozy blanket. Saffron's breathing was light and steady, and I couldn't help but smile at how peaceful he looked. He seemed like a dashing knight straight out of a fairy tale, with his cold, steely gaze softened by the gentleness of sleep.
As I shifted slightly, I felt a familiar soreness that reminded me of the night we had shared. The ache was a pleasant kind, a residual reminder of our intimacy—the depth of our connection. I felt a blush creeping into my cheeks at the thought, but I couldn't help but smile. It was a wonderful soreness, one that spoke to the love and passion we had shared.
I nestled deeper into Saffron's embrace, allowing his warmth to soothe me. There was something incredibly reassuring about being wrapped up in him, as if nothing could touch me while I was in his arms.
