Daelan POV
I sit at the edge of the bed, the sheets rustling beneath me as I glance down at her sleeping form. Her hair is a mess of dark waves spilling over the silk pillow, tangled from the night before, and her expression is peaceful, unbothered, like the chaos of the world could never reach her here.
I reach out, gently brushing a few loose strands away from her face.
She doesn't stir.
"Goddess," I murmur, my voice soft and low, almost reverent.
Still nothing.
So I lean in and plant a loud, exaggerated kiss on her cheek.
Not even a twitch.
Alright, fine.
I grin to myself, then start peppering kisses all over her face—her cheeks, her eyelids, her nose, even her jaw. A million tiny kisses, unrelenting.
"Okay, okay—I'm up," she finally groans, her voice groggy and sleep-laced as she shifts beneath the covers.