Chapter 85

Aurora stared at Tim softly. It was morning already, 10 a.m to be exact, and he was still asleep. Tim never slept this much.

She wasn't complaining. She was just surprised and proud of him. Also, last night was a moment she'd love to relive forever.

She softly shifted, gently pulling away from the arm he had draped over her waist. Tim grumbled something incoherent under his breath and, still half-asleep, reached for her like a man lost in a dream.

His face found its way between her bare breasts, and he buried himself there with a deep sigh, nuzzling in like it was the only place he wanted to be.

Aurora laughed quietly, a warm, breathy sound, her heart clenching at the sight of him like this—so unguarded, so hers. She threaded her fingers through his hair, stroking his scalp in slow, soothing circles.

"Tim," she whispered with a smile tugging at her lips, "you're ridiculous."