Theodore stirred awake, blinking at the sunlight filtering through the window. A soft weight pressed against his side, and he turned his head slowly. There, nestled close to him, lay Bella.
Theodore's breath caught in his throat. Never before had he known such a physical closeness with a woman. A foreign warmth bloomed in his chest, a mixture of yearning and something altogether new.
His body craved her touch, and his hands itched to feel her. Before he could process the unexpected emotions churning within him, his hand reached out and traced the gentle curve of her cheek.
Her skin was impossibly soft beneath his calloused fingers. He lingered, captivated by the sight of her sleeping face, her lips slightly parted. The sudden urge to taste them sent a jolt through him, stealing the moisture from his mouth.
