The golden ray of sunlight penetrated through the slightly curved window, its light falling gently on two figures.
Kayden, stubborn as ever, refused to rise. He turned the other way, wanting just a few more moments in bed. That was when he felt it—the warmth of a body close to his. One that smelled like winter air.
Like a snowy atmosphere, cold yet strangely soothing. It calmed his soul.
Still in bed, Kayden snuggled closer, slipping his arms around the figure beside him. His fingers landed on a bare torso—warm, firm, and manly. The touch felt almost too perfect.
Strangely, the figure didn't move.
In his sleepy haze, Kayden's hands moved instinctively, trailing down the sculpted chest, worshipping the ridged abs beneath his touch. His fingers traced the deep lines of muscle, exploring with quiet reverence.
Then they dipped lower, following the sharp V-line.
