Lucien's eyelashes fluttered as sunlight spilled across his face.
He grimaced at the brightness, warmth seeping through his skin, though his body felt like it was being crushed under a ton of bricks.
'Damn, how long did we go at it?'
He tried to move, but something pinned him down. No, someone.
Opening his eyes, he found a heavy arm wrapped around his waist, pulling him close against a body that looked sculpted by the gods themselves.
It was Edmund. Sleeping soundly.
Lucien stared at the alpha's arm: solid muscle, hard and unyielding. There was no point in struggling.
'This man… he sleeps like a damn log.'
Groaning, Lucien studied the Leopard's face, since that was all he could see anyway. His jaw was sharp and strong, as if carved by the most meticulous artist.
His nose had a noble hook to it, like a proud eagle's beak. Thick blond brows shadowed his closed lids, hiding those forest-green eyes
Lucien knew too well.
