The sunlight on my face was what woke me first. That, and the faint scent of coffee drifting through the room. For a few seconds, I didn't move for minutes. I just lay there, half buried under the duvet, staring at the soft curve of light cutting across the sheets.
Jace's side of the bed was empty, but it still felt warm. Typical. He was already up before me.
When I finally dragged myself out of bed, I heard him in the kitchen — humming, of all things. The sound made me smile before I even saw him.
He stood there in a gray T-shirt and sweatpants, barefoot, hair still slightly messy. There were two mugs on the counter, a plate of toast, and something that smelled like scrambled eggs.
"You're humming," I said, leaning against the doorway.
He looked up with a grin. "Don't sound so surprised."
"I am surprised. I didn't think 'The Mafia Don Hums' was something I'd ever witness."
He chuckled. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood."
