Kane's POV
The next morning, I woke up early, earlier than usual, with the plan fully formed in my mind. I leaned on my elbow, watching Elena sleep, her chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Her hair was tousled, a few strands falling over her face, and she looked so pure, so utterly mine
The warm, quiet stillness of the morning wrapped around us. She looked peaceful, her features relaxed in sleep, her baggy t-shirt rumpled from her restless shifting in the night. She always tried to keep a little distance between us when we slept, but somehow, by morning, she always ended up tangled in me anyway.
I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to her temple, breathing in her familiar, intoxicating scent. She stirred, letting out a small sigh, and I smiled against her skin. I didn't mind waking her up gently—it was better than her alarm blaring across the room. My lips brushed down to her cheek, then her jawline, trailing kisses that were meant to coax her awake.
